The girl lets out a surprised squik like a mouse caught in a trap, you can see her turning weary red in the mirror. Her eyes are still closed as she starts to speak "I didn’t mean to intrude miss I promise, I am weary sorry " She folds the dress weary carefully and still not looking at her places it back on the small table. Picking up the dirty londrery she turns about and takes a step finally her eyes do meat you, or rather your feet. The girl looks and acts like somebody use to being on the receiving end.<br/><br/>As she seas your black skin she freezes there is a small shiver of fright going trough her as her eyes wonder up your leg, she turns a bright red as she stops her stare on your sex she seams transfixed. Not able to look away but feeling she should, the shame is clear on her face<br/><br/>"I am sorry miss I didn’t mean to intrude, pleas don’t tell the innkeeper " She begs in a small voice “Pleas miss, don’t tell” She finally dos look at you with big brown eyes like a dear caught in the hunters sight