"Trinia, Trinia," hummed Lyrio, tasting the name almost as he glanced into the distance and swirled his tongue behind his lips. "What a melodious name. Not very manly, but cute!"<br/><br/>The merchant wagged his finger in her face and smiled, pretending as though he was speaking to an impressionable young man. "My friend, you shouldn't lie, I can tell when someone has potential. If I had a face like yours, I'd lay the countryside girls low," he boasted, waving out his hand to the laughter of the crowd. Lowering his arm from Trinia's shoulder, he slid his hand around her back and under her arm to pull her close in brotherly fashion -<em>innocently</em>teasing the very edge of her bound breasts!<br/><br/>"If you're curious, however, why don't you read this aloud? This'll explain everything, and I do want everyone here to know - and respect - the great name of Lyrio! You do know this seal, don't you?" he asked, drawing out the letter he'd given Arisa earlier, the seal already broken but still clear and unmistakable. Some of the gathered villagers even whistled at the sight, completely unaware of what they were about to hear.<br/><br/>Arisa, however, had her own troubles. Though she turned her head a bit it wasn't nearly enough to see who was touching her! The crowd was growing after all, and all five of Lyrio's followers huddled up behind her tightly. If it wasn't the hand, she could also feel one of their hips dig into the other ass, and feel their chests press into her back. Even so that naughty hand didn't stop, now firmly groping Arisa through her skirt, just to be sure she could feel it through the thick cloth!