<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div><br/>Roll Result: Contested Deception Concubine Disguise 25 At 2021-08-21 09:47:49, Songbird (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=155157)<br/><br/>For whatever reason, Hellhound kept looking for her not to be a concubine.   Yet if he sat back, thought it over, such should confirm she is one.  First, he had expected her to attempt to runaway.   Yet the last two days should show that is not likely.  How she landed unceremoniously, climbing out the window.  The combat, itself.   No if he really thought about it.   How could a concubine that did not want to go to a new master go about it.   To be sullied to get another to want to own her.   That is how a concubine would do it.  And when he at the end did not want to sully her.   It crushed her plan.<br/><br/>On the other hand, she has never rebuked being taken.   So why now and why get upset.  The other answer is she has developed feelings for him.  She has allowed herself such.   Him a mere rake in his own eyes.   A man that tries to do good that is tainted with demon legacy in his blood.   A bastard that was never acknowledged.   Yet this beautiful concubine wanted him, desired him.   And he has thrown it back in her face.<br/><br/>She has risked everything, for falling for her escort.   The Thakur is a means for raising an army to reclaim the empire.   Now she did not care,  all that matter is she is torn.   Caught in outside influences and duty.     Songbird wondered how he take it if she told him she would make him an emperor.<br/><br/>"You doubt me,  I have no choice, you are delivering me.   I chose a choice, you Hellhound.   I had dared such and you have given answer.  You will deliver me, and then you see me no more."<br/><br/>She crawls out from the wagon.   To stand in the downpour.  The white chalk substance and semen being washed away by the rain.   Was the rain washing away what she felt, or had he already done it.    The night light of stars and the moon shine down on her.   Her hair becoming plastered against her head.  The white streaking down her body as it is washed away.