For the first time in ..seemingly years, Emma feels self conscious -she feels lust...and she feels desire all balled into a tight fist -clocking her square on the jaw. Her hand moves to the back of her neck, running over her sweat-streaked head and into her mohawk she gasps as she takes in the sight of the<i>LAST</i>thing she'd stumble upon as she ran off frantically.<span style="color: blue">"I ..wa...erp.." </span>and other breathless little sounds force their way through Emmas lips.<br/><br/>Shes in a daze for a moment, tilting her head to the side -just to make sure the woman...really...was as nude as she appeared.  This woman had NO idea who she was... well..so Emma thought.  This was her chance.<br/><br/>Her brow furrows as she starts to lie,<span style="color: blue">"Please.."</span>she stumbles close to the woman,<span style="color: blue">"Can, you help me? These...erm..I'm afraid i uh.."</span>she clears her throat, really truly acting the part of the terrified hapless creature, "These people ...they're after me..I'm not sure why. I think they're slavers.." Yahhh ...slavers...thats the ticket.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Can you hide me?"</span>she looks around the room.<span style="color: blue">"Please? I 'll..I'll make it worth it to you."</span>she nods trying to turn on the flirty charm, however its hard when covered in grime and sweat.<br/><span style="color: blue"><br/>
"Send em off, and I'll put a smile on that face of yours.." </span>She purrs, taking a step towards the nude woman -her intent VERY clear. Of course all this happens , just in time for the door to swing open..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>