You get only hints

“Can I ask you something before we start?” Sandra asks so sweetly that you know she has something up her sleeve. “I thought I read that characters with high wisdoms get extra spells. I think because Rae has a 14 wisdom, she should get two extra first level spells, is that right?” She moves closer to you until her arm is pressing against yours and she leans close enough that the flowery scent from her shampoo makes it hard to think. Her eyes blink at you sweetly as she waits for your verdict. Trust a Library Science major to read ever page of the Player Handbook. She’s probably right though, it's been a while since you ran a cleric and you forgot about the wisdom bonus when you first helped her roll up her character.

“OK, Rae has four 1st level spells and one 2nd level,” you agree good naturedly “better?”

“Yes, thank-you oh mighty and powerful Dungeon Master.” Despite Sandra’s playful teasing, the way she stresses the last word makes your heart pound in your chest like you just ran a 4-minute mile. She returns to her seat and demurely tucks a lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear and gets back into character.

“Lady Bryana, I’m going to help you, I promise, but I can’t do it tonight.” Sandra speaks with such confidence that you don’t even have to roll for the young lady’s reaction. Between her calm demeanor and 17 charisma, there is no doubt in your mind that a terrified young woman would be more than willing to listen to Rae. “Can you stand one or maybe even two more nights of that awful man?”

“Yes, yes!” It is much easier to play the role of a coarse slaver than a terrified teenaged noblewoman, you don’t want to ruin the moment by sounding like a Monty Python skit, but you do your best to raise the pitch of your voice and sound a little less like a 20-year-old male. “But ... how can you save me if you’re locked away just like me?” Sandra must appreciate the effort because she doesn’t miss a beat in answering.

“I don’t know yet for sure, my Lady, but I have the start of a plan.” You wish she’d share a little of what she is thinking so you could let her know if it had any chance of success. You’ve had more than a few novice players plan out elaborate plans that had no chance of working, but she is already going on. “I spend the next hour or so getting as much information as I can from Bryana. When do they feed us? Is the night guard alone? Are there other guards in the next room? Do the guards carry keys, or are they left somewhere safe? Has she seen any rats or mice around? How many others are in this room?” She lowers her voice just a notch and bites her lower lip timidly, clearly aware that this last question is significantly different than the others, “and exactly what kinds of things the guard made her do when he had the chance.”

“Ok, let’s see if I remember them all.” You try to ignore the last question as you work through her laundry list of questions. “You get a little food twice a day, boiled fish with salt pork in the evening and a oatmeal gruel mid-morning, The night guard is alone most of the night, which lets him do pretty much whatever he wants with the slaves. There is another guard in the common area who sometimes likes to watch. There is one key that opens all the kennels on a piece of string that the guards hand over at the end of the watch. Ah… what else?”

“Any mice or rats?” When you tell her 'lots' you are surprised to see a hint of a smile on Ms. Morelli’s expressive face. “Oh and there are six other women in cages in this room, but Lady Bryana doesn’t know much about any of the poor women. You stare at each other for almost a minute each aware of the fact that you haven’t dealt with Sandra’s last question.

“How much detail should I go into?” You finally ask, and you see Sandra exhale a breath that you hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“I know you usually keep things pretty tame, Stephen, but I think under the circumstances Rae would want to know what to expect.” The color in her cheeks is almost certainly matched by your flushed cheeks, but she has a point.

“OK, but I can’t do it all in Bryana’s voice, so I’ll just describe some of the lecherous things that the night guard does to her.” You cock your head in inquiry, “OK?” Her relieved nod reminds you that this is probably much harder for a sheltered young woman like her than for someone like you that has played out some of these very fantasies in your own perverted mind.

“The slaver picked on Bryana because she was noble-born, she thinks he likes humiliating her as much as he gets sexual satisfaction from the way he missuses her.” You notice that Sandra has hidden her hands under the table and you wonder if she knows how much a careful observer can glean from watching her delicate fingers twist and tighten until her knuckles whiten.

“What did he do to her?”

“Well, according to Bryana, he usually makes her put her arms through the bars and then uses shackles to secure her. That way when he opens the gate to her kennel she is pulled out and because of how her hands are secured, she is facing the cells and he can stand behind her and grope her.” The soft moan that escapes from Sandra’s parted lips catches you by surprise; you consider putting a swift end to this vivid description as she rocks rapidly in her seat. Sandra however demands more details.

“Where?” She asks quietly, “what parts does he touch?” It is not hard to imagine what a lecherous villain would do under the circumstances.

“Well, everywhere. Bryana describes how he pulls up her shift and grabs her ass, and that he likes her tits and twists her nipples roughly.” You take a short breath and finish in a rush. “Worst of all for the proud noblewoman, the guard fingers her vagina until she can’t help but moan in pleasure.”

The strangled cry that escapes Sandra's lips sounds like a cross between a exclamation of surprise and a moan of agony; the wordless exclamation makes you stop in surprise and examine her flushed face.