The girl did not struggle free of his grasp, but trembled in fear. Her body was soft, but felt cold and smelled acrid. The low-class girl listened as he spoke, the apology caught her off guard. Confusion etched itself on her brow and she slowly, hugged him back. When she heard him beginning to cry, she slowly began to weep as well. The girl continued to tremble ever so slightly.<br/><br/>"I-I'm sorry, sir..." she replied. "I'm sorry..." As he hugged her, the tattered cloth began to fall to pieces, exposing her nude body beneath...