The princess bit back a cry of outrage as the brigand chief cruelty kicked the poor harpist, but she knew acting against him would just make things worse for both herself and the other woman.<br/><br/>When the harpist crawled towards her Rosali felt her heart flutter; even before Nyathusk had taken her and molded her into his wanton plaything, inflaming the powerful fires of lust her nymph heritage had kindled inside her, she'd often fantasized about other girls. She'd daydreamed of dallying with her handmaidens or slipping away with the daughters of visiting dignitaries. She returned Alice's kiss without a moment's hesitation, moaning softly as her tongue joined the harpist's in its dance.<br/><br/>The fey-blooded girl's hands caressed the other woman's body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips before reaching down to grasp the bottom of her tattered robes and slowly and slowly lift up the garment. She knew they'd have to put on an impressive show if they wanted to delay the brigands' advances, and she longed to feel the white-haired girl's bare skin against her own.