"Slave Master," Abrielle's breath slowed; it suddenly got harder to breathe the moist salty air that was heavy in her lungs. The place smelled like wet socks and a rotting corpse.
"Bingo, exactly. You are not as scared as I expected. Not the reaction I needed but it's fine." The dancer chimed; she slowly got on her knees, and the lantern pointed at Abrielle. The princess wasn't shaking and the dancer didn't like this, her eyes narrowed.
She burst into a laugh, one that left Abrielle more confused, but the laugh quickly died off. "I guess we have a brave one again." She sighed dramatically.
"Do you know what happened to the last girl that acted brave?" She asked Abrielle despite knowing the princess had no idea. She went ahead to answer her question.
