Unsurprisingly, she is quickly swarmed by a coterie of half-elven half-arachnid monsters.
She squeals helplessly as the aberrations divest her of her clothing and cocoon her next to her friend.
She stares at you, hidden in the shadows, unintelligibly pleading through her silken gag.
Moments pass. You watch disinterestedly as the spider-elves remorselessly tickle torture Malneria and Aledral, poking expertly at their exposed armpits, feet, and asses.
You assume they're interrogating them, but you have no idea what they're saying. And, after almost an hour of incessant torture, you assume Malneria and Aledral don't either.
The sadistic spider-things flick and tease their stiff nipples and rake mercilessly over their armpits. They flick teasingly at their nethers and poke expertly at their helpless feet. Were it not for the thick web-gags, the room would be echoing with the screaming and pleading of the hapless women, but little more than muffled whining is audible.
Malneria looks pleadingly at you, her green eyes thick with laugh-tears, screaming into her web-gag, seemingly on the verge of unconsciousness.
Perhaps you could succor both adventurers, with a bit of ingenuity! Or sneak past the distracted spider creatures to the treasure most assuredly hidden in the depths of the catacombs.
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