"W-what is yours?" She stares back, collecting all her courage to just stand there and look back into his searching eyes. Her hands were fumbling with the edges of her soaked dress along the sides of her body. She was trying not to tremble but the night was setting in, and the cold wind was blowing ruthless trough the open field of his home. She looked terrified, but then again, she looked like she was daring him as well. A little creature compared to his posture, She was just about 5 feet high, with long strawberry blonde hair, curling down her shoulders almost reaching up to her bottom. Dressed in nothing but white cloth, her skin was visible trough the thin wet linen. Soft pink nipples that had hardened from the cold winds stretched the fabric around her supple breasts.<br/><br/>She was young, and probably just old enough to have started her training at the age of 18, yet she was standing before him and looking more curious then afraid. He had already proven that he wasn't going to kill her, and whatever he wanted her to do, or to find out. She was safe until she would try to escape.<i> At least that is what she thought..</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>