Yes.

“Wait a mo-” you begin, and then shriek as Zalishtra slaps you hard on the arse.

“Be quiet, human,” she snaps. “When we want you to use your mouth, we’ll make it obvious.”

You lapse into sullen silence as the elven soldier woman places a black metal collar round your neck, the leash in her hand. You are herded along as the group of dark elves continues deeper into the tunnels. You wonder if you should make a break for in, but for now you’re being watched too closely. Also, the occasional strange noises and glimpses of movement from the side-tunnels you pass make you unsure whether escape is such a good idea.

After hours of walking, you enter what looks like an older part of the tunnels. Eventually, the group comes to a halt in front of a great stone door. The architecture seems different to the gnome work you’ve been passing through. The stonework seems to shine under the elves’ magical lights. It is covered with delicate carvings.

And – you crane your neck to get a better view amidst the group – these carvings show seems of incredible depravity, with elves engaging in lustful acts that a naïve peasant like you would never have believed was possible, much less thought of. Your cheeks flush, but something besides embarrassment is stirring in you. The life-like carvings certainly seem to be enjoying themselves, and you’re curious as to what some of the acts shown would be like. You feel your pussy moistening under your ragged skirt.

“Well, bugger me,” Zalishtra says. “You were right, Kyelae’is. It’s real.”

“It’s real,” the priestess confirms, her voice awed. “The temple of Reitear, the ancient goddess of power and desire, of lust and ambition. A goddess lost when we split from the pale elves. Within these walls lie ancient magics, powers beyond belief.”

She reaches out tentatively, full of desire and trepidation, like a virgin maid reaching out to her first lover. She places her hand on the door, and pushes.

Nothing happens.

Kyelae’is frowns and begins a frantic search for some kind of mechanism. The others help her, but they turn up nothing.

“How in all the hells do we open this?” the priestess snaps.

“What about the inscription?” her apprentice suggests.

The priestess raises her light high, showing there is indeed an inscription above the door. “It’s ancient elvish. It says… ‘Only those who walk a path that pleases Reitear may enter this sacred ground. You must tread the way of wisdom and depravity. You must know unending desire, but never allow yourself to tolerate its restraint. You must dominate and submit. If you are worthy, then speak, slut, and enter.’ Well, what use is that? What do we say?”

Suddenly, you think you know the answer. But after the way they’ve treated you, you aren’t sure you want to help them. This may even be a chance to escape.