<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div>"What? No!" The prospect of being thrown into the cell with a dozen filthy, insane men - no, she'd rather avoid that kind of encounter. So Ember twisted and turned, trying to see a way out... only, there was none. Her struggles made the robes half-slip from her, and her dress tear, exposing naked skin. The exertion made her flush, her limbs already heavy with fatigue from the day. "It's not like you've washed your cocks today either!" She spits at the guards, her struggles making the dress rip more, leaving her nigh-naked apart from the leathers on her forearms and calves, her almost tomboyish sleek body on display. "An' I wanted to play nice with you - you wouldn't nave forgotten me in a while." She bites her tongue, the tiredness and frustration making her forget what sort of situation she was in - for a moment, at least. Well, until she looks at the huge guard blocking the escape. Then the fight goes out of her, and she looks about ready to beg.