This was not how she planned it.<br/><br/>Tashia frowns, her forehead creasing lightly.  Really, that was something of an understatement.  'This was not how she planned it' was a much more accurate thought several nights ago, when she'd broken into the rich man's house.  Every night, he'd gone to bed hours before.  Who could have foreseen that with one guard sick, the patrol route would alter ever so slightly?  Who knew he had a mistress with insomnia?    Who knew that the mistress had brought her dog, tiny and yappy, but exceptionally fierce for its size?<br/><br/>THAT was not how she planned it.  This was far beyond that point.<br/><br/>As she walks, Tashia glances from side to side, her long almond hair spilling about her bare shoulders with the motion.  Two guards served as her escort down this dark hallway, a door at the end, dim light streaming through the cracks.  Both larger than her, both grim-faced.  Tashia smirks at one of them, her soft lips twisting, her hazel eyes glinting.  She could never take a man with a mustache seriously.  Even with their plate breastplates and polearms.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, that did make her feel terribly underdressed.  Reminded, she glances downwards, folding her arms in front of her chest.  Her mostly exposed chest.  Her smirk at the guards turns into a mild flush.  Used to the concealment of night and a heavy cloak, she was now dressed only in undergarments.  To make it worse, they were of a red silk, incredibly fine, but served to draw even more attention to her, ah, assets.  Her slender body was mostly on display, her skin ivory, only lightly tanned.  Her body is fit but lithe, lightly toned, athletic but not over-muscled.  Her generous breasts only just contained in the red silk bra, the rounded tops of her soft mounds are easily visible, and the bra held her in such a way as to deepen her impressive cleavage.  Her sparse panties leave her softly curving hips bare, her modesty only just preserved.  She squirms lightly as she walks, ill at ease to be so exposed in front of others.<br/><br/>And soon, in front of an audience.  She can hear them now, a dull roar that could be heard through the door, growing louder as they got closer.  Halting now in front of the door, she could clearly recognize it as people.  Yelling, shouting.  Cheering?  How many were out there, anyway?<br/><br/>The guards stop, but one gives her a small push, forcing her to step forward.  Tashia shoots him a glare over one bare shoulder, but he just points impassively at a rack against the wall.<em>Weapons.</em>She takes an edged saber and parrying dagger, her usual weapons of choice.  A thought occurs. but a quick glance at the guards tells her all she needs to know about her chances; both look alert now, their polearms held in ready hands.  Tashia sighs, her breasts rising and falling.  No way out but forward.  She'd been told that she wouldn't suffer serious injury, anyway.<br/><br/>It seems like an eternity as they wait, although Tashia knows intellectually that it probably wasn't more than five minutes.  But going into the unknown... suddenly, one of the guards nods, seemingly at some unseen signal.  "It's time."  He says.  Stepping forward, he pulls open the door, as the other pushes her forward, out into the light...<br/><br/>Tashia blinks as she is suddenly surrounded by light and sound.  She gapes, her weapons held loosely, as she looks around at the audience.  As she stands before them, her lovely body mostly on display, awaiting who knew what, her earlier thought comes back to her: no, this was very much not how she planned it.