Return for the last one.

With a flick of your wrist you reappear below in the central room on the second floor. Next to you, Ura drops down on her knees. Her hair and body drip water on the floor. You savagely grip her by the hair and hurl her to the ground, pressing her face against the stone. She lies limply, not resisting, but not showing any sign on hurt.

The redheaded one lunges at you once more, and before she can reach you, you freeze her in her tracks and lash her with waves of pain, more than before. Marait merely watches you with angry eyes. She seems to have recovered somewhat from her earlier ordeal, but her arms hang limply at her sides. Litessa shudders and moves to Ura to tend to her, her nude back displaying her lovely new marks. You swat her away, determined to let nothing help this woman you wish to be broken.

It is now full dark, and you select the Wild-Walker to finish your day's diversions. Her recalcitrance and aggression has finally grown tiresome, and you wrench her up to her feet by her hair. She starts to writhe in your grasp and you quell her movements, sliding your hand up under her top and caressing her breasts. You grip her throat with your other hand and you both disappear.

You take the two of you to another room of the tower. It is large, probably taking up the entire floor of the tower. It has open windows on the east side, but no light comes in through the darkened sky. Through the window is a dim view of the cliffs and mountains against the starlit sky. The room is strangely furnished, the stone floor sandy and dry, the walls flat slabs. Large rocks are strewn sparsely across the floor, some as tall as a man. With a gesture, you ignite the torches that sit in sconces on the walls and stones throughout the room. You release her throat and body and turn in a circle. "I built my tower here to enjoy the best aspects of all this land had to offer. You and your companions probably chose it for much the same reasons. A pity you couldn't truly enjoy the full effect without being able to teleport throughout it. We're on the third level; the fourth, naturally, is the water, the fifth forest, and the sixth earth. I thought you'd find this level the most... intense. You're a woman of the forests, dark, dangerous, and closed-in. Always something to put your back against, always something challenging to oppose. The open cliffs, the dry air, the openness... this room is especially frightening, is it not? But I apologize for my rudeness; I have only talked, never listening. You are Kerritan, yes?"