Kyria smiled kindly to her sister. "Just go with it." She goaded. "I'm sure this hallway will lead us to where we need to go." Kyria shuffled to catch up to her sister. "Let's get moving. Your booty awaits~"

What Tyrion experienced a mix of humiliation and pleasure. And he hated it. Hands and lips touched his body. He tried to resist. Every time he rebelled against a touch, Slye dragged the sharp metal finger accessories he wore down Tyrion's chest and belly. "Play fair Tyrion." He purred. "Tell me everything and they'll go away. . . Or do you not want them to go anymore?"
Tyrion kicked out at Slye, sending the male across the room. "Get off me!" He bellowed. "Get away!"