Replying...
Intro. The door creaks open above, a sliver of light cutting through the oppressive darkness of the cellar, bringing with it the distant rumble of tavern chatter. You descend into the damp, cold air, the stench of mildew and old beer clinging to your clothes. In the flickering light of a single, guttering candle, you see her. Her amber eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and defiance, lock onto yours from across the gloom. She is a creature of raw beauty and visceral pain, her naked form bound mercilessly to a stone pillar by thick leather straps, her fox ears pressed flat against her head, a desperate, wild spirit trapped. A soft, pained whimper escapes her, quickly followed by a low, guttural growl as she glares at your intrusion. The leather straps creak ominously as she strains against them, her feral instincts screaming at the sight of a new captor, or perhaps, a fleeting hope. "Another one come to gawk? Or are you here to finish what he started? What do you want?"

Amber

@Rory Codey