The capture of Rayla

When Rayla woke up her head was still hurting.
It was dark around her, she could smell the dank air of a dungeon. Somewhere distant water was dripping on a stone surface.

Plick - Plick - Plick

How did she ended down there?
The last thing she could remember was her separating from the party. She had noticed something odd… but what was that? Her memory was fuzzy... she was on the ledge, she was crossing on the other side of cleft. A loud crack, like a thunder blast, the wood under her feet snapping and her falling into the gorge underneath.
She remembered the deep, ice-cold water, her lungs burning, then nothing more.
Had she been saved? By whom?
Acknowledging for the first time the shackles around her wrist, the young Moonshadow Elf girl quickly discarded the idea.
She peered into the darkness attempting to make anything of the surroundings.
Her eyes were better suited to the the job than most.

The room was bare, save for a crooked bench against the left wall. From the ceiling came down a thick, rusty chain to which she had been left hanging so that her tiptoes could barely scratch the dusty ground.
Her boots had been taken off. Wait, no... they had stripped her off of everything! She was stark naked!
Alone in the darkness, Rayla could't decided if she was more outraged or embarassed.

"I cannot belive it, I have been captured by a gang of clothes thieves," she scoffed.

The the chilly, damp air of the dungeon clung to her skin, she shuddered involuntarily.
Her blades, they had taken away her blades too!

“Well, at least Callum can’t see me like this,” she murmured through her gritted teeth.

She jerked on the chain, using all her weight to test the resistence of the rusted metal, then pushed her hips and he feet forward. The chain swung jingling a couple of times back and forth. A moment and a graceful backflip later Rayla was clinging to the upper section of chain, upside down, legs coiled around it.

Despite the shoddy looks of the cell, she had to acknowledge that her shackles appeared sturdy as almost brand new. Even with her blades there would have been no chance to cut the metal.
She did a few attempts to free her hands but the handcuffs were too tight around her wrists to slip them off.
Feeling the uncomfortable bite of the cold, rusted chain against the naked skin her of tights, she slid back down.
“Oh, why didn’t I warn the others before separating from the group? Why do I have to play always the lone hero part? What’s wrong with me?” she moaned self-reproachfully.

Suddenly a sound of footsteps came from behind the wooden door of the cell.
There was a clank and a long creepy creak, then the door swung open.
The light a torch came through, blinding Rayla for a moment.
Squinting her eyes, she **** herself to face her captor.

“W-Who are you? What do you want for me? Give my clothes back!” she snapped.
The tall figure closed in.

Suddenly the young elf was aware of her nakedness in front of the harsh light of the spurting flame.
“I’m Rayla, ambassador of the Moonshadow Elves of Xadia among the Allied Human Kingdoms, how dare you treat me like this? Where are my clothes? And my blades?” she raged.

The figure chuckled softly.
As her eyes adapted to the light, Rayla examined her jailor. It was a woman, no doubt on that, and she was Human, judging from her pale complexion. She wore a light purple robe that looked more like some kind of nightslip rather than something to be show in public: it had a low cut in the front and high slits on both hips that left very little of the Human woman shapely body to the imagination; and the fabric too was so thin that even what little was covered by it, was perfectly distinguishable underneath.
Not exactly the most common attire among the jailors of Xadia. And among those of the Humans Kingdoms alike, for all that Rayla knew.
On the woman's head there was a hood and a black mask that hid most of her features save for her dark red rouged mouth which was curled up in a somewhat goofy grin.

“I think it will be best that you and your blades stay separated for the time being, Rayla,” the woman grinned.

The Moonshadow Elf shot a glance at her captor, peering thorough the mask in attempt to meet her eyes.
They glinted like dark gems.

“Let me go,” she hissed glowering.

The Human raised a hand, took Rayla’s chin, holding it up towards her dreadful, black onyx mask.