True perhaps that had been the ploy but Viloet underestimated just how far McGreggor was willing to go with it. Whether it was her dismissive nature or the burlap sack that now covered most of her body, she failed to read the<em>blahblahblah.</em>'Whom soever captures this halfling may consider themselves qualified to join Malchandeux's first ever adventurer's guild! Utilize your prey in any way you see fit*, and see McGreggor at the newly opened guild (5th and Byron's crossing)!<br/><br/>*conditions apply. Halfling must not be injured and must be returned the day of the capture.'<br/><br/>"Thanks, kid!" A gruff sounding man was heard through the sack, along with the tell-tale PING! of a gold coin against fingernail.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>In a non-descript room at an unknown location, Viloet had graduated from a burlap sack to being blindfolded and having her hands tied behind her back at the forearms., forcing her to jut her chest out. She could certainly tell she was on something soft and the familiar smell of a man's musk permeated wherever she was. Beyond that, focusing on other sensory information proved difficult.<br/>Primarily because any other receptors were being overpowered by the noisy suckling and rough fondling by who Viloet guessed to be her very abductor!