Of course

[Attempt to flee -1 stamina. Arleth: 3 vs Acolyte: 7]

Arleth stumbles to her feet and attempts to run, entirely in vain. The acolytes grab her by her pack and tear it from her body. She falls to her knees as the pack is wrenched from her. As she does she knocks her head hard against the stone floor.

[Does she stay conscious? (1-10 no, 11-20 yes): 20]

She picks herself up, only to feel the acolytes grab at her already torn clothing. It doesn’t take much to leave her nude in front of her draconic captor. The creature chuckles.

“Leave us.”

The two acolytes seem to melt into the shadows. Arleth furiously looks around. She feels the paw of the dragon, this time more gentle, push her back against the furs. She stumbles and falls face down. The dragon flips her over, leaving her totally exposed.

“I can’t wait for you to bear my clutch, little elf. Tell me, are you one of the ones trying to prove herself?”

Arleth’s head is swimming and all she can do is nod.

“Good. Then it will be all the more satisfying to watch your belly swell."