Her Matron commands it

Silvia quickly stands up and follows her superior into the secret room. As soon as she enters, the door closes behind her on its own.

The room is filled with all manner of strange sex toys (well, that's not too strange, I guess) and elaborate outfits. There's also a large bed on the far end of the room as well as a few other pieces of furniture for more *ahem* acrobatic feats.

Is... is this the Matron's personal sex dungeon?

"Well?" The Matron says eagerly, smiling like an excited teenager. "Where do you want me?"

OHMYGOD! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS!

"Uh..." Silvia blushes and stutters. "Where... *cough* w-what do you feel like doing today... m-m-matron?"

The Matron's joyful smile disappears in an instant. "Don't call me that. Not in here..."

Silvia's face goes white (well, as white as it can for a dark elf).

OH GOD! I OFFENDED THE MATRON! I'M A DEAD WOMEN!

"Call me... Pooky," the Matron says as her bubbly smile returns.

"Of... of course... Pooky," Silvia says.

Pooky giggles and spins around, kicking her shoes off and letting her big stinky feet breath freely before plopping down on her oversized bed.

"Now then, I wanna do some roleplaying," Pooky declares as she twirls her lovely silver hair around her finger.

Silvia gulps nervously. "Of course..."