Miri scoffs lightly as she climbs out of the bath, water dripping from her curves.  "Well, don't be too long, ok?"  She says as she grabs a towel from the rack, efficiently drying herself.  After a moment's thought, she ties it around herself.  She actually looks rather fetching in it, the soft cloth barely covering her nipples, and terminating only a few inches down her thighs.  Nevertheless, with a satisfied smile, she walks from the room.<br/><br/>Before her prayer starts in earnest, Jordan can hear some voices by the door, beginning with the guard's harsh voice: "Towels can't be removed from the bathing area."  There are a few more exchanges, the sarcasm evident in Miri's higher voice even if the words can't be distinguished, then silence.  As she begins her prayer, she can hear booted feet approach the towel rack, and then slowly back towards the door.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Jordan is suddenly awakened as a strong hand grips her arm.  Roughly, she is pulled her body coming half out of the water, her torso landing none-too-gently on the stones surrounding the pool, face down.  She can see the solidly built legs of the guard for just a moment before she can feel him pressing heavily between his shoulderblades with his knee.  In this position, it only takes him a few moments to secure her other arm.  Forcing her arms together, she hears a<em>click</em>as a pair of manacles secures her wrists together.<br/><br/>The pressure on her back eases slightly, but does not release.  "Don't touch you without your permission, huh?"  A bark of laughter follows this scornful question.  "I'll touch you however I want."  Rough fingers slide over her flesh, down her flanks, to the curve of her rear.  His fingers dig in to the soft flesh, before one hand comes up for a stinging slap, laughing as her flesh quivers at the blow.  His fingers dig in again and again, kneading the flesh of her backside roughly.