Selariel frowns slightly at the mention of harassment by the guards. Harassment? How? And why because she was a sorceress? Where exactly is she, anyway?<br/><br/>Before she has time to ponder her whereabouts, the sorceress is faced with a fresh dilemma. "Stand th-there?" she gasps, subconsciously pressing her thighs together and her shoulders in at the thought. "And sp-spread m-m-my legs? B-but I'm naked! I've no clothing on! I... I'll be seen by everybody!" her cheeks and chest flush red with shame at the thought. Only her mother had ever seen her nude, and to be stark naked in broad daylight before the sight of people in the street, in public, is horrifying beyond words to the innocent elfmaiden. It had taken her ages to work up the courage to put on her sorceress costume, and already she was here, being paraded buck naked from a window before the street!<br/><br/>But the man pays her hesitant expression no heed. Fearful of what he might do to her if she was unable to pay her debt, Selariel reluctantly does as she is told and walks to the window. Her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness and embarrassment, she lets her arms fall to her sides first, baring her charms for all the world to see for a moment as she musters the courage to expose herself.<em>You can do this,</em>she tells herself,<em>it's only for a moment, nobody will see you</em>. She hesitantly puts one hand on either side of the window, thrusting forth her breasts until her nipples lightly touch the cool glass. Then she spreads her legs, putting one foot on either side of the window, exposing the delicate petals of her sex and revealing that she is completely, naturally hairless.<br/><br/>Anyone who so much as looked up for a moment from the street would see the tender undersides of her ripe, firm breasts, so perky they need hardly any support at all, the expanse of her flat, perfect tummy and her vulnerable sex. Her posture, leaning against the wall with both hands for support, thrusts out her pert buttcheeks towards the doctor and emphasizes the sleek curve of her spine. All Selariel can think about is how exposed she is, standing here naked as the day she was born, stripped of all her modesty and decency, open for all and any people to gawk and leer at. "S-sir, may I please know where I am?" she meekly asks, her heart beating wildly and heavily.<em>Please don't look up... please don't look up... please don't look up...</em>she chants in her mind as she glances at the thronging crowds below, praying to whatever gods might be listening that nobody would see her predicament.<br/><br/>[Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=110427)]