Finally free from her restraints, the girl sat on the ground, knowing she was too unsteady to stand.  Unaware of the man's gaze, too caught up in her freedom and the dizziness she felt.  She leaned back, placing her arms behind her and resting upon them, thrusting her large breasts outwards, the wind brushing up against them and causing them to pucker just slightly.  After a few moments, her eyes began to focus and she looked at the man before her.  In an unsteady, soft voice she said, "Thank you sir.  I am Amber Nightseer.  Yes, we should leave here."  She reached one hand up, fingering the only thing she wore, a small amulet on a golden chain, while trying to remember something.  "My things," she finally said, "I need to find my things."  She rose to stand up, swayed dizzily, and pitched forward.