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Kazzag grabs Alnar by the throat. "The helpless are the fuel for the strong. Remember that when Skith decides how to play with your soul."
Disgusted, she slams Alnar's head back against the stone altar, grunts, ejects a green gobbet from her nostril, and leaves.
Her heavy steps resonate throughout the temple as she descends back into the depths, then silence. A minute passes before the reassuring light step of Maschera can be heard. She lets out a minute gasp when she sees Alnar, and quickly reaches over to check his face and head. Her touch is gentle, in glorious contrast to Kazzag's manhandling.
She then looks straight into Alnar's eyes. She bites her lip as it curls into an impish grin. Then, she pulls forth a rusty iron key. Excitedly, she sets about freeing Alnar from his bonds. Finally, Maschera gingerly helps Alnar up off the slab of the altar.
Alnar slides, standing, into Maschera's personal space. With her arms already around Alnar, Maschera registers this closeness. Her eyes fixate deeply on Alnar's. Her lips part, remaining silent, quivering, surprised.
Inviting.
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