<div class="floatright">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/s0ymbn.jpg)<br/>Emily Deshue<br/></div><br/>As the thugs retreated to the wagon again, Emily quickly took her place behind the imposing though barely clothed woman.  She squatted down so as to stay out of the way in case any other daggers went flying through the air and hugged her knees into her chest as she sat there on her rear in the soil.  Her face was downcast, though as the merchant verbally responded to the warrior standing proudly in front of the girl, Emily kept her eyes glancing upwards despite the fact that her long bangs hung in front of her.  The look of terror was slowly being replaced by one of hope.<br/><br/>Once the wagon started its way down the road again and off into the distance Emily's eyes turned from studying the cart to now starting to make their way up to stare at the warrioress in front of her.  The bikini that the warrior wore was quite...impressive..to say the least.  Emily found herself wondering why a woman of her stature would choose to wear such...sexualized attire.  It certainly didn't provide armor!<br/><br/>Once the red haired woman stood in front of Emily and requested her to stand, Emily's big brown eyes went even larger in fear..what had this skilled woman in mind?  Sweat dripped down the small of her back before making its way in between the crack of her spread butt as she sat there in the soil but slowly started to stand.  Her legs felt weak under her as she pushed herself up, a small stain of brown dirt marked itself on the middle of her backside from where she had been sitting.  As the halberd wielding woman started to circle her, Emily reached back to cover her hairless womanhood with the same hand as before but now didn't bother to use the arm to cover her breasts... she was just too worried to care.<strong>"Well...I'm not..er..bare by my own choice.  I um..am sorta lost.  But thank you..thank you for saving me.  But..what do you want?  Can I go?"</strong>