The figure continued into the shadows, until she reached a little clearing. There were torches here that came to life, untouched. First just a little flickler, then with full flame. The female figure turned around again, facing Camille. She had the most beautiful face, but it was pale and her eyes were black with a touch of red. It was not just the torches.<br/><br/>Her robes shifted a little and it was clear that the female was naked underneath the garment. Pale, soft skin with big breasts. There was more rustling in the perimeter of the clearing, but no other figures appeared or approached.<br/><br/>"What is your name, dear?" The female spoke. Her accent was foreign; her voice terrible and beautiful at the same time