Oh I see you've encountered a drider. How lucky! Its very rare that surface dwellers ever get the opportunity to meet such august personages. Here let me tell you about... oh my it seems you are shaking quite badly. Your teeth are positively chattering. Could it be that you are afraid of spiders? Hmm.. that's odd. You don't seem the sort to have that sort of fear considering you've been wandering around this land and I quote "Attempting to fuck everything that moves." Well I suppose that everyone has a line they can't cross. Well while you attempt to escape let me tell you a bit more about them.

Driders are cousins to the Drow, a race composed of zealots to the queen of the dark, goddess of the moon, et cetera et cetera. Many thousands of years ago in an attempt to show their devotion, certain Drow clans underwent a magical transformation, permanently altering their bodies to fit the avatar of the Dark Goddess, the spider. While they were initially shunned by many, with the great war long over and peace across the land, they are now somewhat revered as some of the most powerful dark shaman and mages amongst the drow.

This one in particular seems to be from the line of hunters, driders based on jumping spiders rather than the more angular weavers. This is rather fortunate since weavers tend to... *ahem* use up males during the process of mating. Oh calm down I did just say that she wasn't weaver. Besides, males only enter a female spider's lair if they intend to attempt to mate, and this one seems quite open to the idea with you.

Hmm... some other facts. Did you know that instead of muscles spiders use something not unlike a pneumatic system from your world? And that they have complete control over each individual 'muscle' in their body? Ah ha, that's gotten your attention. I saw where your eyes snapped the moment I said that. And yes, that's exactly what I meant. I suggest you just lay back and enjoy her ministrations. The experience will be to die for.