Shadowheart guides you into the woods, past the point where any cries would be heard either by, or from the camp. It occurs to you that you know nothing of her goddess except a name and all rumor relating to it. Shar: A goddess of secrets, of murder and betrayal and in a convenience of fate, of those who wish to forget. You, who's mind feels literally to be so full of holes that it pains you at night and the Goddess Shar. It seems a match made in destiny, but you still have questions.
"I can really become a cleric of Shar?"
Shadowheart laughs. "No. There's no telling the lady will even recognize you."
"Ah, so then you're dragging me out here so you can kill me quietly, I suppose?"
"And you're being such a good sport about it." As Shadowheart speaks, now and in the past, you find it difficult to understand what she is thinking. You like to assume by her jovial and sarcastic tone that she is joking but you can not be sure. A faint worry creeps over you as a dagger stowed in her belt catches the moonlight. Are you even capable of defending yourself if she has designs to harm you? Will you even resist or will your body that craves pain and submission cave to the thought of surrendering.
"I am perhaps being a little uncharitable to you. As Shar is a goddess that can not be worshiped openly in most circles, this... What we are doing now is quite typical for how the life of a new Sharran begins." She turns and walks backwards, winking at you.
"What do I have to do?"
"Right now? You should tell me if you're serious or not for one. Why are you even doing this? For that Gith?" She scoffs just to speak her name, making her feelings obvious concerning the Githyanki warrior.
"Shar wishes to know all secrets, so you should avoid lying to me if you would like her attention. Who are you really?"
"I really don't know. Maybe you're hoping that I remember myself to be some Drow noble or a big shot within some lesser-known cult... Not sure. Every time I try to remember I see red and get a headache. Aside from the tadpole the inside of my skull feels strange. I am genuinely quite out of sorts. Anything that comes to me doesn't come from me trying to draw it out."
"What do you remember?"
"Are you just angling to steal all of my secrets, Shadowheart?"
She grins subtly. "Now you're catching on. But you should be laying yourself bare if you are serious."
"To Shar..." You move closer.
"Or to you?"
"Go on, then." The cleric crosses her arms and looked at you with a cocked stance. You feel color invade your pale cheeks as hands fumble at clasps which prevent your robes from holding tightly to your body. They fall and slowly your skin, white as ash, is illuminated by moonlight. Shadowhearts demeanor cracks somewhat while she stares at you like some trinket that she has caught a glimmer of in the dark. She closes in on you in a saunter. Shadowheart holds everything over you at this moment. She is dressed, she is guiding you and she is confident. It makes you feel naked before her in far more ways that one. Her hand rests on your hip and slides around you back to your rear. With her face close to yours she adds.
"You're quite good at following instructions."
"You're a lot more gentle than Lae'zel."
She smiled brightly. "Oh... That's just because you don't know me well enough." with that her lips touch your neck. She kisses into it, sucking each time she does to leave little marks. You moan into the air, tilting your head back as she has her way over your skin.
"You're actually quite delicate, aren't you, for someone begging to be hurt. Look how easily you mark?" She pokes at the little marks made by her lips, then presses her lips to yours. Once she's had you she leans back with a look of disappointment.
