The harness fits on to Miaren as though adjusting to her shape.  The leather is warm, almost radiant, as if it were capturing the whole of her body's heat and breathing it back into her.  It clings with a subtle weight, close as a part of her skin.<br/><br/>And in places, it seizes deeper still:  It fits above and below her breasts, crushing them subtly so that they stand out, high and firm.  A tone of constriction makes the traffic in her breasts all the more intense and acute.<br/><br/>All over, the leather hugs Miaren tight, but leaves her belly, her ass, her sex, her thighs and her bosom bare.<br/><br/>As she dresses, another screech batters from the woods.  At this rate, time is fleeting faster than expected.<br/><br/>Yet as she dresses, the elegant Elven woman approaches her.  There is no sound to the approach.  No disturbance.  She simply arrives, standing next to Miaren.  The lean inches she leaves between them smolder.  The Elf has a radiant presence, like lit incense.  And on either side of her, the human women steam with recent exertion, their damp bodies running with the perfume of the forest and of their flesh.<br/><br/>They nearly surround Miaren.  The Elf speaks to Fern.  But she gazes into Miaren with those captivating eyes, the look so intense as though she might reach inside, gather parts of Miaren's spirit, and roll them in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Adamion does not dislike humans."  </strong>The Elf says.  Her breath brushes Miaren's nose like wisps of burning myrrh.  She is moving her hand closer.<strong>"Quite the contrary.  He adores them and is esteemed for caring for them so well.  Yet a human - even an elf with human blood - is to be owned, guided and seen to."</strong><br/><br/>Her hand brushes down Miaren's pubic mound.  The hair there vanishes.  The hand keeps dropping, moving like a piece of velvet being rubbed right up against the skin.  The hand slips lower, slides under, slips between Miaren's thighs.<br/><br/><strong>"That is just the harmony of this place.  And so one without a harness, without an owner, would be seen as either dangerous or to be seized by force." </strong>The Elf says to her eyes.<br/><br/>The hair is gone.  The hand is drawn back.<br/><br/><strong>"I do not want you hurt."</strong>