How Does This Make You Feel?

The foreign woman had been at the bottom of the pit for some time now. Scylla had been using her to test out various drugs. Sedatives, hallucinogens... She'd even shot the fae in the ass with a blow dart for funsies. Today, she was testing out something a little different.

Scylla had crafted what she believed to be a bit of a truth serum. Into a bottle of alcohol, the slate and cream fae had soaked various hallucinogens such as mushrooms and cannabis. She'd lowered the bottle down in a little basket with some food at least an hour ago. Couldn't let her prisoner starve to death, now could she?

After she believed the substance had time to work its magic, Scylla made her way back to the pit, sprawling out on her svelte belly at the top and allowing her head to hang down over the side along with one paw. "Hello down there, lovely. How are you feeling?"

"Scylla"