Drow in Conflict

En'rali was troubled, her younger brother had broke a vase while practising with one of the guards. Of course she had whipped him for it. The fangs of her three headed whip had bit deep in his back. She had laughed as she did it even. Now alone in her room, she felt bad. It was a silly feeling, she told herself. However, it did not let go. En'rali looked in her mirror. She saw looking back at her a woman in pain. It was like she wasn't a drow but something else. She looked again in the mirror, staring at her own lavender eyes. She felt the pain again just like any other time she whipped a male, killed a slave or made a sacrifice to Lloth. She was weak, and she feared what others might do in her family if they found out. She moved to her bed grabbed a red silk pillow and clutched it to herself. Hoping that it would drive away the pain, at least until next time.