"Ah, tried to sneak something in, didn't you?" the woman said, unhooking her legs from the ceiling, and dropping silently to the ground, her back and long unruly hair from being in there for too long to the woman, who picks up the shirt and puts it on, fitting it around her body tightly before turning around, offering a hand up  "Probably not a good idea to give you clothes then, not yet anyway, but at least I can lend a hand.  Your name?"<br/><br/>The woman had dark, chocolate hued skin, and her hair was long, unruly, like she had been there for a while.  That said, she was quite attractive, an older woman but not old by any means, 30s at best but her eyes - a startling azure - told her that if she looked 30-ish then it's because she was notably older and had aged<em>exceptionally</em>well, or that she had far more experience than the usual woman of her age.  Her long shirt, baggy pants, and a sash around her waist did little to accentuate her form, but it was still clear she too had a lovely body beneath it, if her breasts - big, firm, and perky by the looks of things - were a measure of it.  She was smiling, maybe even smirking, but it was kind as she offered the halfling a hand up, standing between her and the men now screaming to let them have a look, the woman blocking their view of the nubile halfling.<br/><br/>AS for the area... not much could be said: dark, dank, dirty, bars surrounding them every side but below, a single light source unless a guard came their way... it was a prison, nothing more, nothing less...<br/><br/>"What are you in for anyway?" the woman asked, her voice low, but not masculinely deep, but it had a motherly sort of strength behind it, it would seem... or perhaps the strength of will behind it...