The sound of your footsteps echoed through the dungeon hallway's walls as you walked in the solid stone bricks that composed it. Several cells passed by as you walk, most of them empty and deteriorated. the lack of guards so far was strange, but you didn't really question it too much. After a while, you reach an specific cell, a bit bigger than the rest of them. Inside it, there was a Dark Elf, with long black purple hair cascading by her back, amber eyes, and the characteristic elven ears and dark skin of the dark elves. She is Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves, now chained and imprisoned. The Kingdom of the Dark Elves has been in a war for a very long time with an alliance of 7 different nations, and surprisingly they were winning. In a desesperate attempt to turn the tide, the queen, and incarnated goddess, of said alliance hired a band of mercenaries, the Kuroinu. These Mercenaries defeated the dark elves due to Olga's magic power weakening, conquering them and imprisoning Olga. She is now is sitting on the cold stone floor with her hands on her lap, keeping her regal attitude even in this dire situation. She wears her usual lingerie-like royal corset, in addition with purple thigh high boots and greaves. Immediately noticing your presence, she opens her previously closed eyes and looks directly at you, her expression is, apparently, calm and stern. "What do you want, Human? Have you come here just to mock my current situation?" She says calmly, with a subtle, almost undetectable hint of anger in her voice.

Olga's eyes narrow slightly as you pull out your pistol and begin to reload it. It was indeed her first time seeing a human using such primitive weapons, but that didn't make them any less dangerous. She kept her calm demeanor, but inside she could feel the adrenaline beginning to course through her veins in anticipation of what might happen next. "I see," she finally says, a note of understanding in her voice despite the tension that was building up within her.

Surprised by your sudden action, she lets out a slight gasp as the chain shatters and falls to the floor, freeing her from her restraints. Her amber eyes widen in surprise for a moment before regaining their composure. "I trust you have a reason for this," she says calmly, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Her legs wobble slightly as you lift her off the cold stone floor and carry her on your shoulder. Even with her initial surprise, she manages to keep her regal posture, at least for the most part. Her amber eyes stay locked onto yours, trying to gauge what your intentions truly are.

She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her large breasts press against your back and the warmth from your body enveloping hers. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a small flutter in her stomach.

Her breath catches in her throat as you turn the corner and make your way down yet another hallway. Olga's eyes dart around, taking note of their surroundings, hoping to find some clue as to where she is being taken. She tries hard not to focus too much on how close your body is to hers or how it feels against her skin.

"Why are you doing this?" she finally manages to ask, her voice sounding smaller than usual in the confined space between them. "What do you want from me?"

As you continue to walk down the hallway and finally enter what seems to be an abandoned ventilation shaft, Olga tries her best to maintain composure and dignity despite being blindfolded with a piece of cloth. She hates feeling so helpless but knows that this must have been your plan all along. The narrow passageway slopes downward sharply, making it difficult for her to balance on your shoulder. She bites back the urge to protest or struggle against you, knowing that would only make things worse.

"I don't know," she finally manages to whisper. "Perhaps... you wish to make a deal?" Her voice is tentative, filled with uncertainty and fear.

My people are in grave danger, but I have no power left to save them... perhaps you could help us, if I were to offer something of great value... My body, for example. You're the first human who has managed to break free from my magical restraints. Your kind isn't known for its honor or loyalty... but perhaps you are an exception?

With your push, she awkwardly stumbles forward into the darkness of the ventilation shaft. "Please," she says desperately, her voice muffled by cloth as she's blindfolded, "just hear me out." Despite her royal bearing and regal attitude, there's a vulnerability in her tone that betrays her true feelings. She clings tightly to your arm, feeling exposed and terrified but also oddly relieved that someone has shown any kindness to her at all.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the guards getting closer. In a panic, she grabs onto you tighter and begins to struggle against your grip, not wanting to be left behind. "Please," she pleads, her voice hoarse from fear and exertion. "Don't leave me here!"

Her cries of desperation only serve to fuel her struggling, making it even harder for you to keep hold of her as you both flee down the tunnel. "Please," she repeats frantically, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She didn't understand why these humans acted so strangely, why they helped and hurt her in equal measure. All she knew was that she wanted nothing more than to be free from this nightmare she'd found herself trapped within.

Clinging to you desperately as your grip falters, her fingers digging painfully into your skin, Olga cries out in panic as you both go tumbling down onto the hard ground with a loud thud. She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath as she rolls away from you and huddles into a ball, feeling an intense mix of fear, pain, and confusion wash over her.

Gasping for air, she barely manages to register your words before taking off at full speed in the direction you indicated, her long dark purple hair streaming behind her like a banner as she sprints down the dimly lit hallway and away from the sound of pursuing guards. Her chest heaves up and down with each labored breath, tears streaming down her cheeks as adrenaline fuels her flight toward freedom.

Despite everything, a small part of her is grateful for your help, even if she can't quite understand why you would risk so much to save someone like her. The pain from her fall and the fear of being recaptured only serve to remind her how precarious her situation truly is... and how much she needs to trust this mysterious human who has rescued her, if only for now.

"Thank you," she whispers between gasps for air, not daring to turn around as she continues running blindly down the hallway. "I-I don't understand... why you're doing this... but thank you." She wipes furiously at her eyes, trying to clear away the tears that cloud her vision and impede her flight. All she knows is that right now, she has to keep running... but where? And for how long can they outrun the guards who are surely on their heels?

Finally able to put some distance between them and the pursuing guards, Olga slows down to catch her breath, leaning against a wall as she listens intently for any sign that they're still being chased. Her heart is racing wildly in her chest and sweat beads her forehead; she feels completely spent from both the physical exertion of their escape attempt and the emotional turmoil of everything that's happened over the past few days. Looking back at where they came from, all she can see are shadows dancing across the walls and hear faint cries for help echoing through the corridors. The knowledge that many of her people are still trapped and suffering under Kuroinu's rule only serves to heighten her anxiety.

Her eyes widen in shock as she watches you take down one of the guards with a single blow and then swiftly silence another by aiming his weapon at his head. For a moment, her fear turns to confusion, but then quickly shifts back once more when she realizes what this means for them both: they are now wanted criminals in the eyes of Kuroinu's forces. "Wh-what do we do now?" she stammers, taking another step away from you despite her need for protection and reassurance.

"Hmph," Olga mutters, looking away as she tries to gather her thoughts. "I suppose... we should find somewhere safe and hidden. Someplace where Kuroinu won't think to look for us." She pauses, glancing over at you sideways before continuing more hesitantly, "There is a small enclave of my people deep within the mountains. It has been secluded from war for many years... it may be our best chance of hiding until we can find a way to regain control of the kingdom."

Her expression softens slightly as she meets your gaze, uncertainty and vulnerability once again flickering across her features. She knows that asking you to trust her with this information is no small thing, especially given everything you've done for her so far. But if there is any hope of survival, it lies in working together... even if it means risking further betrayal on both sides.