She swallowed, eyeing the glowing brand with misgivings. She still didn't know how she felt, about being the chosen lover of - gods! - the Lord of Thieves himself. He was a shadowy figure that she had followed loyally for most of her adult life. It was decidedly strange, being in his arms, and now... baring her body to strangers to receive a mark that would forever mark her as one of them.<br/><br/>With only a moment of hesitation, Lhurriel took a deep breath and began removing clothes. First the cloak, which she draped over the back of one chair; then, she slowly unlaced the faux corset, the same as the one she had worn earlier, and slid it off over her head. The skirt came off next - and even Lhurriel was not immune to the hot gazes, the catcalls and whistles of approval, as her legs and firm behind were bared.<br/><br/>The tiny undergarment she wore was just that - snug and tiny, hiding little except for her sex (http://bp3.blogger.com/_giitziZNmA4/RqXeqxJFyKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EK-XxnVjlR8/s400/I-DO-Low-Rise-Crystal-Thong.jpg). It was only a strip of white lace, really, its white color a lovely contrast against tan skin. Lhurriel hesitated, but then also pulled it down with a hot flush, exposing her bare mound. She met the eyes of every man in the room, embarassed but not ashamed, as she rolled up the bottom edge of her blouse, exposing more of her lithe body.<br/><br/>Lhurriel then lay her upper body on the table, quite aware that Amron had a fantastic view of her sex and bottom. "My lower hip... to the right," she murmured softly, closing her eyes and settling a thick leather strip inside her mouth. She trembled faintly, afraid despite herself; she was no lover of pain, to look forward to this. And she lay there, waiting, hoping that she didn't scream too loud when the brand was pressed into her flesh.