<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div>Loap (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1100226)<br/>Location: Along the Edge of the Battlefield<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Along one edge of the battlefield, a woman slowly scooted and struggled down the path and away from the bugbear's camp.  The woman was a rather unexpected eyeful... wearing nothing but her cloak, black leathers (usually meant to be padding beneath actual armor) and a generous supply of rope about her legs and wrists.  The rope, of course, gave all appearances of being an unwelcome addition to the ensemble and was the reason for the woman's scooching and struggling advance.  Each time she slid her legs a bit more forward, her ass ended up thrust straight up into the air and, of course, her tight-fitting leather straps did little to nothing to keep the curve of her ass, the sweat of her inner-thighs, or the length of her legs away from casual inspection.  <br/><br/>The ropes around her wrists forced her hands tight behind the small of her back, forcing her to lean slightly backwards at all times and causing the woman's breasts to spill forth beyond the inadequate banding of the leather dividers, giving he occasional flash of pink nipple or the not-so-occasional frustrated gasp as the woman found most of her forward scooches punctuated by her breasts dragging across the uneven ground.  Lastly and, most frustratingly, was the cape.  Thrust upwards over her head, the cape had been tied into a bundle around the woman's neck and now served as a most effective blindfold, gag, and muzzle, causing the woman to simply inchworm along more or less at random as the battling began to wind down...</em>