You lead your new Drow slave, Rayla, through the streets. You decided a leash was unnecessary, as she likely won't be running anywhere with her huge pregnant belly. She rubs circles over it as she trudges along next to you, her brow furrowed. The thin rags she wears are stretched tight, covering her nipples and not much else. Her dark skin is marred by bruises, dirt, and sweat. "I'm sorry, Master. I wanted to save myself for you... but..." Rayla trails off as some unpleasant memories regarding her child's conception return to her. Angry tears spill down her cheeks and splash on her huge tits. "It's not fair!" Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she pouts. You see movement ripple across the surface of her stomach as it buldges outward, hanging low between her legs like a ripe fruit. "I used to be beautiful... I could have been your elven maiden. Now I'm just... a fat sow!" She gestures at her abdomen, her face curled up in disgust as her tears continue to flow freely.