<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/C/a/w/B/CawB/Wahida6_s.jpg)</div>Wahida follows her benefactor of the moment.   Following him through the street of the town.   The smell of humanity so close together.   Wrinkles her nose.   She after all grew up pampered in the life of luxury and very rarely had she smelled the dreads of civilization of people living in cramp close living area.      They reach his home,  it is truly like a shanty town within the gates.<br/><br/>Through one thing did hit her and effect her.  That is the smell of sex in the air.  She felt the lust rising within.   She through maintains a uncanny strength of discipline.  Entering the small home she not the details.    The cooking area the rough looking cushions and furs.  The hearth and cooking area.   Even the wash basin and hand pump for water.   Quite impressive that part is to her.    Her gaze darts towards the adjoining room.   She aptly guests it is his sleeping quarters and his bed is in there.<br/><br/>As he goes to prepare dinner,  Wahida moves to the wash basin she would begin to wash up.  She goes to start pumping the handle of the pump.    She also would begin her tale.    With having decided to be forth right and truthful in laying out her plight.<br/><br/><em>"My name is Wahida, I am a princess.  My mother is the eternal queen of the kingdom.   She is eternal because she has struck a bargain.   Giving over her daughters every five years to this realm.  We have no contact with each other.   We never know about other sisters.  Not until we come here.   For if we don't find a way back.   To break the cycle,  when the next one crosses over I will die.  To become her spirit guide. "</em><br/><br/>As she spoke the water started to come out.   Also at the same time her black leather dress.  Or what her magical dress appeared to be is having a life of its own.   Sensing her arousal stroked to higher heights the dress reacts.   As once it was like a billowing cape.   It now defies the laws physics and shrinks as she speaks to she is wearing nothing more then a cropped top that is nothing more then ornamentation.   Wahida doesn't realize in the moment as she is deep in thought in telling her plight.<br/><br/><em>"Kleine seemed the logical and sane choice to head to first.   With things that can warp and change a person with eating it seemed safe to secure coming here.   For it can satisfy two needs I will have in this quest.   One securing food,  a hope to establish a semi home to come to when in need to regroup.  To find capable warriors to help with protection.   Finally the most dangerous part of my quest is the demon city Melinir.  For it is there I believe I shall find the means to find a portal to return to my own lands and seek justice.   Justice not for just myself and others before me~~~~~~~~~~What?"</em><br/><br/>Wahida releases the handle of the pump.   Her telling of her tale and plan abruptly comes to a halt as she exclaims a what out loud.   For as she goes to cup water in her hands from the wash basin to splash up on her face to wash.   She sees how she is revealed as how her dress has a life of its own.