Jailbird

[Anaris]

Nixabella opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the dim light in the room.  The first sense that returned to her was smell, and she found the scent of the room rather unfamiliar, and not very pleasant.  The confusion only lasted a few seconds before it was interrupted by intense pain, nearly everywhere.  First her head, it hurt like hell. 

"Wow....serious hangover," she thought to herself.   

Next was the sharp pain on her wrists, and it suddenly dawned on her that she was shackled to the wall....

"Hmmmm...kinky," she tried to mutter, only to realize it hurt to speak.  She then tasted the blood on her lips, a strange rusty flavor.

"Ouch."

This was no hangover, and it certainly wasn't the aftermath of a fun night out.

"Oh....I remember vaguely now....I'm....I'm in a Freeport jail.  Right."

She faded off again, not even noticing the hungry skorpikis eyeballing her from a corner of the small cell...