"Oh heavens!" was Selariel's first thought upon regaining enough of her senses to open her eyes. "I'm naked!"<br/><br/>She sits up in bed from ber spreadeagled position and looks down at herself. The young sorceress has indeed been stripped completely bare. Even the black lace thong she wore beneath her scanty costume was gone. Not that it's a body to be ashamed of; Selariel was beautiful even by Elven standards, with a dancer's lithe, slender form, flawless alabaster skin, narrow waist, generously flared hips, a perfect, flat tummy, and a completely smooth and hairless pussy with beautiful pinkish lips.<br/><br/>She sits there for a moment, long, elegantly sculpted legs tucked beneath her bare butt, frantically looking around for herflamboyant outfit and gear (none of which are to be found). Already her quest to gain fame and power as a fledgling sorceress is not going well, and her mind fills with one disturbing question after another. Who had relieved her of her attire, how many people had seen her without even undergarments on, and what had they done to her while she was asleep, unclothed and vulnerable? She carefully looks over herself, stretching her slender limbs and inspecting her taut curves, but except for a few bruises she is physically unharmed. Good gods. Had someone raped her in her sleep?<br/><br/>A crisp breeze blows in through the window, raising goosebumps on her alabaster skin and stiffening her nipples, and as she turns to look out the open window she catches a glimpse of the figure spying on her nubile form. She yelps in shock and turns away from the window, clasping an arm over her perky, firm tits and pressing her other hand down between toned thighs in shame. Of course, all this does is leave her backside exposed to the window and the peeping tom on the opposite street, who would now be able to feast his eyes upon the sleek, sensuous curves of her naked back, from bare shoulders to flared  hips to the crack of her ass and the firm, pert swell of her buttcheeks, ripe for a good spanking. Her cheeks flush with indignant anger. Realizing she'd just put on a show for him makes Selariel feel sick, violated. How could someone take advantage of her like this?<br/><br/>The sound of footsteps from the floor below hints to her that she is not alone in the building. For a while she considers just lying here until whoever it is has left, but then she realizes she has to find her clothing, her money and her gear if she is to continue on her quest. Without any blanket she has nothing to protect her modesty with and the idea of covering herself with the small pillow and look like a child woken in the middle of the night is too humiliating to consider. Thus, the nubile sorceress gets off the bed, keeping one arm clasped over her firm tits while her other hand is pressed down to cover her most intimate parts. Unfortunately this pose not only leaves her perky butt bare, it also leaves her unable to perform the gestures required to cast any magic. Thus covered, the enterprising sorceress tiptoes towards the door and opens it, warily looking around.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spot, Listen, Move Silently: (http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=83676)<br/>1D20+2 = [8]+2 = 10 (Spot to see what's in the corridor)<br/>1D20+2 = [10]+2 = 12 (Listen to try and hear what people are doing downstairs)<br/>1D20+2 = [12]+2 = 14 (Move silently to walk without alerting anyone I'm awake)<br/></div></div><br/>[Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=110427)]<br/>