Not really

Silvia streaks down the hall, her feet making a wet slapping noise with every step.

The complex that held the majority of House S'Anhtuh was an elaborate and maze-like fortress. Each new house matron had taken it upon herself to build upon the current structure as a show of her own strength and power. Their designs often clashed with what the previous ruler had wanted, so the whole thing was just a giant complicated mess poorly planned room locations, tunnels that went nowhere, formerly secret rooms that had been converted into common areas, etc.

Soon she's panting, her little body not used to so much physical exertion, despite all her *ahem* downtime. She stops to catch her breath, squatting slightly with her legs parted so she can rest her hands on her knees.

She looks around to try to figure out where she is, and groans in frustration. She's lost.

This seemed to happen about once a week, which lead to her being tardy, which of course meant punishment, usually a bare bottom spanking, sometimes while she licked a pussy or sucked a dick.

Some day I'll be the one doing the spanking...

Silvia sighs as she gets lost in another day dream, her hand snaking back down her taut tummy to her horny little hole. This time she's the matron of her own house and she's punishing one of her slaves for being late. The smell of B'Oohtee still clings to her hair, and gradually the slave in Silvia's dream morphs into the curvy dark elf.

"Please mistress!" The busty drow begs as she kowtows to Silvia. Her large, pendulous breasts smush against the stone floor every time she bows. "Have mercy on your humble slave!"

"I think I've been too merciful with a fat cow like you," Silvia scoffs, sipping fine wine from a jewel encrusted goblet. "I think it's time I really disciplined your ass!"

A hunky male drow wearing only a bowtie and a banana hammock steps up, holding a silver platter in his hands with a large dildo on it.

"No mistress not that!" B'Oohtee whimpers, even as she pulls her fat ass cheeks apart. "You know I'm weak to anal plaaaaaay!"

Silvia is standing in the middle hallway, eyes closed, muttering to herself, with her fingers rapidly going in and out of her love tunnel, *schlicking* all the while when a voice calls out.

"*AHEM!* Just what do you think you're doing out here?" Demands a commanding, feminine voice.

Silvia practically jumps out of her skin and turns around, her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. She gasps and nearly faints on the spot.

"M-matron!" Silvia squeals as she slips on a puddle of her own pussy juices and falls forward.