Lydia strolled through the gates of the trading post and into the darkness, knowing that the three men.. real men, not like that boy in rmor or even Silas... would follow her.<br/><br/>As her body moved from any trace of firelight and into the light of the moon, she began to unfasten her top, letting it slip from her shoulders and fall to one finger on her right hand. Her bare back was pale in the moonlight; her feet pausing on a patch of thick moss... She turned back to face the approaching men and dropped the top onto the ground. It was cool enough that she felt goodbumps run along her skin... her nipples harden on her firm, rounded breast. She whispered, "Come here boys, Lets see if we can keep each other warm."<br/><br/>She kicked off her boots and wiggled her bare toes in the mossy surface and held her arms up. "Who's first... or do all of you want to see if you can keep up with me?" Her gaze was hungry, heated... wanten.