Esme became distracted, her attention drawn free from Tara as slender soft fingers cupped and squeezed and fondled her breast. For a moment, the young sorceress froze in place, not terrorized, but in astonishment that she was being molested by a tree or a tree folk or some sort of fairie creature. With mouth agape and not knowing what to do or say, in not knowing what to think of the trickling warmth of new sensations growing within her, blossoming in her chest and lazily crawling and stretching over the entirety of her body, Esme strained to peer at the roaming hands. A quick inhale of breath was heard from her as she noted the delicate hands upon her, the strangeness of them, that they appeared of bark skin, knotted such as wood, and a squeak of yelp was heard from Esme as she felt her dress tear, heard the noise. A rush of cool air danced and roamed over her exposed supple pale skin.<br/><br/>“Calling for help?” Esme anxiously whispered, her voice almost forming a hiss for never had she experienced anything of the sort, nothing truly sexual even with her half-elven ranger, the despicable male whom she had loved, yet whom betrayed her for a few gold coins.  “Mmmm. Yes. I think it may be needed, and quite frankly, I'm not sure what they are nor do I care at the moment.” She added, trying to remain calm as the garment further peeled free from her body.<br/><br/>Esme looked at the bushes in which she thought she had seen movement, a body of sorts, and she could only hope that it was a friendly person.  “Excuse me? You there, in the brush, do you think you may demonstrate a bit of pluck and compassion and help us? Please, I beseech you!” Esme called out and wondered if it would have any impact on their current situation. She wrinkled up her nose, and couldn't help but to laugh at her thought.<br/><br/>“Not that I truly have the right to complain because I think I would prefer to be molested by a tree person then the king, and I'm sure I would enjoy it in comparison to being bedded by the wretch of a man, but seriously, Tara, this is just plain peculiar. Please do tell me that you are experiencing the same, and if you must, lie to me so that I can have an ounce of comfort.” Esme whispered and tried to squirm free of the entanglement.