<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Redheadelf.jpeg)</div><br/>Even as she slept, Tashiel dreamed... hands, moving over her body.  Fingers squeezing her breasts, trapping her nipples.  The heat of someone someone next to her... behind her... the sounds of pleasure, men, women, her own voice.  Tongues, entwining with hers, pressing against her breasts, making them rise and fall... touching the heat between her thighs.  A hot hardness behind her, a pressure as she was bent forward... the feeling of her labia parting as a cock pressed forward...<br/><br/>Tashiel's eyes shot open.  Awake.  She sat up, one hand coming up to cover her bare breasts; now, with no one around.  Her lips pressed together as she considered both her situation, and the events of the previous night.  It was a few minutes before she began to move.<br/><br/>She did the best with what she had, patiently tying cloth together.  Her top became a strap of cloth over her breasts, binding them as best she could.  That it left her with a generous cleavage, and more than that, a generous amount of the undersides of her full breasts showing, well, there was nothing that could be done about that.  A skirt was fashioned as well.  Where previously it went almost to her knees, now it stopped just above the middle of her shapely thighs.  "Drat."  Tashiel murmured, her lips twisting.  Would the priest object?  Hopefully not.<br/><br/>There was only one way to find out.<br/><br/>"Thank you, sir."  Tashiel gave something of a curtsey, one leg behind the other, bending forward at her slender waist.  That it displayed her body at new angles, gave the priest a good look down the front of what remained of her top, well, that was another thing that couldn't be helped.  She straightened, reddening just a little, her gaze averted.  "That is..."  After a few moments, she grimaced delicately, shaking her head, her scarlet tresses dancing over her shoulders, left bare by her scraps of clothing.  It was rather awkward to talk about.<br/><br/>Another moment, and she took a deep breath, her generous breasts rising and falling noticeably, scarcely held by her improvised top.  "I was hoping you might be able to share some wisdom about the dungeon your order guards.  I faced its dangers yesterday, and found them quite..."  Tashiel paused a moment, lips pursed, "-unusual."  Her blush deepened, just a little.