Sorceress 20 The Inn 2

The drunk ward group was made of a half-orcs and some humans a merry group of thugs, normally they would drink there mead cause trouble and rob in broad daylight anyone weaker than them taking them with numbers. Today they thought it would be no different.

Arkalat new that they were following him but their level of skill he was not worried while fighting on these moving docks that swayed as one walked was not his first choice of location grounds for a fight. However, it did not mean he was worried elves had great balance and better dexterity than most races and he was one fine specimen of that race...

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Speranza keep staring at the ceiling in her bath it was getting late and he still had not come back. She was unsure of what to do about her situation;

First, that guy had kept her like one would keep a pet.

Second, she had been kidnapped and nearly faced a great calamity but he had saved her from half of it.

Third, by how that drug had been explained to her she gathered that she likely was not alone in her body anymore! Her only consolation seemed to be that this man seemed to treat her well easing her worries some heart.

Fourth she knew if that man disappeared her survival chance would be dim this world was just too brutal and she was at the gate of h.e.l.l.

Sighing she got out of the bath covered only by a small towel the door opened.

She blinked as she looked toward the door as if she had frozen in place and confusion, did she not lock that door? More importantly, this person who was it?

Looking at the hooded person that stood in the doorway.

"Wha, what are you doing in my room?' The hooded person scrambled then it looked at the door it's viewable part of it face turned beet red as it fl.u.s.teredly muttered an apology before closing the door leaving a confused red-head hugging her diminutive towel.

Hoping it would be left at that. Also, she knew that the other person likely was female judging by the reaction it also was not here to create trouble and a scene.

She walked to the door and relocked it a good thing it was not a man or someone with other motives... In this state, she could not do much, hurrying to get clothed. Picking and looking over the clothes examining them. Seriously she needed a word with the person choosing the clothes how was she to be seen with them?

She felt that they were more and more exposing and skimpish.

What was the difference between this and nothing at all?

This kind of clothes was worn by dancers in harem or brothels, well not that she had a choice she held no power over this anymore he had her bags and had not given anything back to her.

It did not bother her too much but what was it with his clothing taste for her? Did he want to make it so she was afraid of being seen in public?

Seriously she would give an ear full to that dumb elf did he not know that these clothes were making it so she could not step out the door at all? But she could not stay naked as well in the meantime at least it was still a bit better than being totally denuded and naked.

Pa.s.sing the stash belt that looked like a miniskirt tied at the left side under she had some long loose rectangles and over them triangles made of satin and dentels that exposes all her legs with every movement with over the breast only a few jewels it covered nothing at all.

Her breast was fully exposed to the view. The necklaces made of gold and silver dangled all the way to her navel were it got linked to the belt by a delicate and pretty waist chain. Its effect bringing out the slimness of her waist and the softness of her skin.

The head jewelry made of an intricate and delicate chain with brangles that married into her hair with beautiful ornaments of golden leaves and silver flowers with white pearls as hearts. Her long loose hair gently fell on her back and shoulders and partly covering her breast, making her feel a little less exposed.

She looked at her appearance in a gla.s.s used as a mirror and sighed. She now looked like a harem member of some powerful lord. She knew Arkalat had asked Dravick maids for some clothes for her, this likely was chosen by him? Or was it a misunderstanding and the maid had taken nice as good to view and went the wrong way?

She cursed that ambiguous man that never explained clearly.

Anyhow she couldn't go out the door dress like this not only it was not appropriate for her to walk around it would be even dangerous for her.

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On the docks Arkalat sneezed once rubbing his nose he wondered if he had caught a cold as who in the world would dare to curse him?

The goons that had provoked him all laid on the floor as he stepped on them to leave to his sweet little red-hair wife...