She is not in true danger

"Where am I?" Rethdrian asked as a door closed behind her. The woman in front of her simply smiled and stepped away, spreading her arms wide to reveal a stone room lit by candle-light and adorned by many beds and couches, all of which looked inviting.

"A place of rest and care, my dear suspicious one, and I am your caregiver, Amian" the woman said with a laugh. "I know, you were sent here to retrieve a treasure, and you thought by co-operating and being taken prisoner you would get closer to it and be able to steal it back." She shook her finger playfully at Rethdrian and tutted softly, eventually resting her finger on her lips. "But there's one thing you didn't count on."

"And what's that?" Rethdria asked around the woman's finger, noting the lavishly designed dresses all of the bandits wore, many of which glittered and winked as they all came to rest on couches and beds, some of them laying in another's lap happily.

"That you would want to stay," Amian said silkily, sitting next to Rethdrian and ever so softly kissing her earlobe.

"I'm afraid I have a reward waiting when I return with the treasure," she said flatly, resisting the advances of the woman quite well. Her captor laughed again softly.

"The true reward is here, sister," she said, getting up and moving to the center of the room where something was covered by a golden cloth. Amian slowly pulled it off as all of the other women in the room sat up, anticipating it. The whole room was suddenly bathed in a soft golden glow as a shining statue of an egg sat on the table exposed.

Immediately, Rethdrian felt her body want to become aroused as some strange magic permeated the air. Amian shivered and smiled at her. "Someone wanted to use this wonderful gift as a means of politically motivating others, that Priestess Tyranda would use it to seduce the other leaders of the Alliance and gain control. I doubt she would have, but such things should not be left to chance. The politics of this world must be worked out with logic and sense, not lust."

Rethdrian wasn't much paying attention to Amian's words, her attention caught by the way all of the other women in the room were suddenly fascinated by one another and were beginning to fondle each other softly.

"This gift should be enjoyed, not exploited," Amian said gently as she sat down next to Rethdrian again, softly massaging her thigh. "Don't you agree?"

Rethdrian knew what she should do. Cover the treasure and run with it away, not be caught in its snare. But it would feel so good to give in, to just enjoy it all. And each moment that passed, it was becoming harder and harder to resist the option.