<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><strong>Stripped of Dignity:</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><strong>Trapped in the City of Serpent’s Sex Trade!</strong></span></span><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/CdgHlds.jpg)</div><br/>The scent of crushed jasmine. The soft touch of linen sheets. Curtains in darkened shades of crimson surrounding all four sides. Sounds of energetic masculine breathing. The sensation of something warm, throbbing, rubbing and entering oneself. Natasha gradually came to, but her vision still blurred. Yet it was not from sleep, for it remained so after...seconds, minutes, even time was hard to count. Her limbs felt heavy as stone, and the body on top of her did her no favors either.<br/><br/>The man grunted as he thrust into Natasha’s semi-conscious body. He was large and muscular, easily over a foot taller than her given that his writhing form cast a shadow over her face. There was a slight, dull feeling of pain between her legs, but also a wet, oddly pleasant tingling sensation. The obscuring features of the curtain made it hard to ascertain her surroundings, even if she remembered how she got here…<br/><br/>...gradually, it came back, in bits and pieces. A field trip to Carlsbad Caverns National Park. It all seemed so normal at first, the school bus hurrying along Highway 62 as vast stretches of desert flanked the road. Chelsea complaining about “some gross, dank caves,” Ellen giggling to Natasha as she whispered guesses as to who among their peers had a secret boyfriend, Valeria single-mindedly tapping the latest mobile game on her smartphone. Then something hit the bus, or the bus hit something, and everyone screamed as the vehicle spun wildly out of control. Screeching torn metal, cracking glass, the thumping of bodies, blearily stumbling out of the overturned crash site in what was<em>most assuredly not New Mexico,</em>much less anywhere close to the American Southwest.<br/><br/>Natasha’s recollection was interrupted by the man raping her as his flesh slapped faster and louder against her nude frame. His breath smelled of wine, the scent practically pouring down onto her face and into her nostrils.<br/><br/>“By Herum’s hairy balls, you’re tight!”<br/><br/>Any protestations or questions were ignored; there was a glazed look upon his face as he thrusted like a man possessed. Either he couldn’t hear her pleas, or simply did not care.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha has the Poisoned Condition due to being drugged (disadvantage on attack rolls and ability checks), and is currently at 8 out of 18 hit points due to bruises and exhaustion from "offscreen ordeals." You can choose to spend hit dice to heal as per a short rest to recover, although Poisoned will go away on its own separately.</div></div>