<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Adalina_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adalina Tanning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Tanning Farm<br/><strong>With:</strong>Trick Holloway<br/><hr/><br/>Adalina was well disgusted by the main. Apparently it had not been enough to make her parade around as some common strumpet, even after he had allowed her to get dressed enough, the debauchery had to continue. No doubt the question was meant for him to get some form of arousal from her answer.<strong> “I am not a whore, sir… I am a married woman. I would not sit on your lap, and I certainly would not do that other thing.” </strong>She rose her chin defiantly, making herself appear more brave than she truly felt.<br/><br/>In reality she felt a deep tension now that she was back at the table with him. Her earlier plan to get to her gun was still not completely forgotten. Now that she was sat at the table, her opportunities to reach for it were even more scarce than before. Though perhaps eventually the man’s attention would waver. If he truly had been riding for as long as he claimed, he would tire before too long. That would be her opportunity to get to her weapon. Whether or not she would have the courage to pull the trigger was another matter entirely…<br/>