The die was cast as Esme called out to whomsoever was lingering nearby the pair of ivy bound maidens.  Tara could only hope that whoever it was, they were friendly and resourceful enough to figure away out of this out scenario.  For a moment, Tara cursed herself, wishing she knew more about these strange creatures, the dryads, but given the situation, she was having trouble concentrating on her folk lore.<br/><br/>"I think these are dryads," Tara called over to Esme, her voice slightly shrill as she heard the other maiden's dress tearing.  "I don't really know much about them though."<br/><br/>Suddenly, she felt her dark hair being shifted aside as the treewoman's surprisingly human feeling lips began to play over the nape of Tara's neck.  The maiden shuddered at the sensation, squirming in the bonds of soft ivy as she resisted the ticklish sensation of heated breathe on the sensitive part of the back of her neck.  However, before she can think to form a protest, the supple hands on her belly slide downwards to her sensitive inner thighs.  The dryad smoothed Tara's dress against the slender length of her thighs as her leafy hands rubbed the captive maiden.<br/><br/>Tara yelped in dismay, biting her full lower lip in sudden surprise.  "I... I think I might be in the same situation you are in," she called to Esme breathlessly.