<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/2e/4a/c42e4a96012522e6906f7e0b22f7c153.jpg)</div><br/><br/>She felt sticky around her ass and backside.  The stench of sex strong when she had moved, and it continues to cling to her.   Listening to what her master had to say.   The mountain, then the desert beyond.  She would need something to wear.  She of course could endure the elements, be it hot or cold.   Her magic from within allowed such.   It is the sands,  especially when the sands are whipped up by the winds.   Still, she cannot comprehend such.  Having not experience it.<br/><br/>"Yes, master, if you think is best.   I know nothing of the desert."<br/><br/>A truth and of course she is a concubine, a pleasure slave.   Coming from their lush green tropical jungle, lands complimented with plains of green fields. She raises up out of the bed.  So sensual, so provocative in her motion.   Now standing, she moves towards you.<br/><br/>"Master, may I bath before we leave?"<br/><br/>She ask this of you.   She did not smell bad.  There is a stench about her.  It is sex, which reminds you of the night before.  Her tight ass that you took downstairs in the common room of the inn.   She is not dirty visibly to you.   Not that she would need it.  A delay would not be good.<br/><br/>Decisions for Darius are needed.  So far they have traveled alone.  The last vestige of civilization, the town you're in.   Before the journey through the mountains, to the desert beyond.  Will they continue traveling alone, or will he see if a caravan to join?  After all, they are on the golden road that connects merchants from east to west.   And he will remember that the Halfling Snokins the retired proprietor of the inn or one of them.   Is in his adventuring retirement acting as the Pathfinder society's agent in this town.   If anyone would know of merchant caravans leaving, he would.<br/><br/>