Inside the inner sanctum.

You follow Aira, the Elf slave girl, through the stone-walled corridors of Loviatar's temple fortress. The little Elf's ass is small and bubble-butted, and watching the firm little globes of her ass wiggle and bounce with the game's advanced jiggle physics is a pleasure to behold. When you pass a pair of guards, resplendent in the white scale mail worn by the goddess's followers stationed near a set of huge wooden doors, you glance back to see their reaction. The lustful gazes lingering on your own butt, barely covered by the skimpy armour, tell you that your own ass is just as pert and jiggly as Aira's.

You enter the inner sanctum of the temple through the doors and find yourself in a large hall. More guards are stationed inside the door, and a scattering of various humanoid races stand around wearing a mixture of armour and robes in the immaculate white livery of Loviatar. The focus of the room is a dais facing the main doors and the throne positioned on it. Sat on the throne is the Reverend Mother of the priesthood of Loviatar. A dark Elf like your own avatar, the high priestess appears older than everyone else you have seen; if she were human, she would be in her mid-thirties, but for a Drow that would mean she was ancient. Her body, though, was still lush and beautiful, and her white robes were so thin that they were practically transparent. Her breasts did not betray even a hint of sagging, high and proud with jet black nipples hard and tenting out the thin silk of her robe.

You watch as a lithe and athletic human woman approaches the dais with a cocky and confident swagger. Looking to be around twenty years old with long, curly red hair, she is dressed in a simple light brown leather jerkin and pants, with knee-high boots. At her hips are a short sword and dagger, and slung on her back is a light crossbow. You would guess that she is a rogue, no doubt the reason she wears muted brown instead of the white armour and vestments worn by everybody else.

"Ruby Rosewood, rogue," A functionary calls out as the girl nears the high priestess, announcing the redhead and confirming your suspicion. Then, in a quieter voice, she addresses the rogue. "Drop your britches, girl and take your place on the Reverend Mother's knee to receive your quest."

The rogue looks startled by the request, her confidence evaporating instantly, and glances around nervously at those watching. She blushes as she notices you and Aira waiting for an audience with the priestess and rightly guesses that you are a player rather than an NPC. With obvious reluctance, she eases down the skintight leather pants and bares her bottom before prostrating herself over the Dark Elf's lap. You feel your heart racing, excited to see the cocky rogue in such a humbling and vulnerable position and apprehensive in the realisation that soon you can expect similar treatment.

The whip mistress of Loviatar caresses the ginger-haired rogue's buttocks, and the girl squirms uneasily in anticipation of what will surely come next. The britches around her ankles trap and bind her legs, hindering her movement as she fidgets restlessly in her exposed position. The priestess reaches down the side of her throne and plucks a flat leather paddle from a holder fitted to the throne. The red-haired rogue gasps as she sees the instrument, evidently as surprised as you are at this strange but erotic audience and ritual.

"Are you prepared to receive our goddess's favour and grace Ruby Rosewood?" The Drow Reverend Mother asks, her voice silkily sensuous and alluring.

"I am," Ruby replies, although her voice almost cracks with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

The paddle strikes Ruby's upraised bare bottom with a crack, and the beautiful human woman cries out loudly with shock and pain. Half a dozen times the paddle swishes down in quick succession, each loud and sharp slap accompanied by a squeal or screech from Ruby and an upward jerk of her bare bottom. The pale flesh of her ass begins to glow red, and Ruby gasps and pants as her hips roll on the Drow's lap and her pert spanked bottom moves delightfully. Her feet attempt to kick back with each strike, but are hampered by the britches around her ankles so that they can only thrash impotently in the confinement of the clothing.

Now that Ruby's bottom is as red as her name and the rogue is panting and moaning from the sting, the Dark Elf priestess puts down the paddle and her hand disappears from sight between Ruby's thighs. In a soft and sensual tone, she instructs Ruby in her mission to scout a city held by the forces of good and report back on the strength of their numbers and defences. Though you cannot see from your position below the dais, you judge from the way Ruby's hurt and anguished moans rapidly become heated and sexual that the human girl is being fingerfucked quite expertly.

As the priestess reaches the end of her instruction, Ruby's moans are vocal and frequent. Her reddened backside bucks and trembles, and she gasps loudly as she orgasms. The Drow pulls her hand from between the human girl's thighs and even from a distance you can see her fingers are glistening and drenched with the rogue's pussy juices. She gives Ruby permission to withdraw, and the girl slides off her lap to stand on trembling legs and pulls up the tight britches, wincing as the tight leather slides over her spanked bottom.

The priestess raises her soaked fingers to her mouth as Ruby backs away, rubbing the seat of her leather pants. You watch the priestess lick her fingers, seemingly savouring the taste of the rogue's vaginal juice. The court functionary steps forward as Ruby descends from the raised dais.

"Sloot Shadowbinder, warlock," The court official announces loudly, turning her attention to you.