She was indeed perfectly naked, except the band on her arm that gleamed in the darkness with a low smoldering red light. A voice took her out of what ever panic induced state she was in, a low rough tone “Hallow their Hun “the male voice seed with a slur. A muscular man stood behind her some 20ft from her, he wore a patched up tunica, most likely a farm hand of some kind. “A bit windy for that get up, mi lady” he added with an obviously derogatory tone and made a step thords her, his large hands speeding left and right to head her off from ducking around him