She is...

She remains unmoved by your speech, though you can see she is sweating slightly from the pain you caused. She looks carefully around at the water-filled room, before replying as if she hadn't heard you, "I am Ura, World-walker. The Wind-walker is Marait, the Water-walker is Litessa, and the Wild-walker is Kerritan."

"Ura." You taste the name in your mouth. "Ura. You are the leader of these women, are you not?"
"Yes," she replies forcefully. "They are my friends, and you will release them all, and me as well. You have no right to keep us."
"Ura, you are trespassers. You enter my home, inhabit my rooms, take what is mine, what I have spent unimaginable efforts building. I will not play games with you, Ura. You are my prisoners, and you will remain thus for as long as I see fit. And I will do with you as I like.
"You're a very strong woman, Ura. Experienced, and hardened to an iron core by those experiences. You are proof against pain, and you understand the degree of control I possess here. How will I break you, Ura? You understand your fate, and you know that breaking you is the final challenge for me, and you will do your best to keep me from breaking you. The others, they will submit, to betrayal, to pain, to compulsion. I can take their loyalty, their innocence, their freedom. But you, there's nothing for me to take. Except your friends. So I will break you, Ura, by breaking them. When they are betrayed, you are betrayed. When they hurt, you hurt. When they are made captive, you are as well."

She shudders, the first sign of fear you have yet seen from her. "But for the moment, dear, we have other things to enjoy." You shake off your cloak and stand naked before her. She begins to walk away, and you gesture, stopping her. "No no. THIS way." You step into the pool in the center of the room. The water laps at your waist level, cool but not too cold. She looks at you with confusion. With another gesture, all of her clothing suddenly flies off of her. The layers of cloaks and heavy furs no longer hide what is clearly a spectacular figure on a woman who ought to have lost some of her charms by her age. Her body is stocky and beautifully muscular, clearly the product of regular and strenuous activity. Her long dark hair highlights her curves as it falls all the way to her round ass, and her breasts are round and full though there doesn't seem to be an ounce of spare fat anywhere else on her body. A tiny patch of dark fuzz at her crotch did nothing to obscure her smooth mound. You wave her over to the pool's edge. She is clearly hesitant at being so close to so much wayer.

With a wave of your hand she is suddenly thrown into the pool headlong, without even a chance to take a deep breath.