Naia lay out her elaborately embroidered white bedroll, then got spike to unlace her dress ‘til she could remove her belt and satchel, then slip out of the dress.  Another maneuver slipped her clean white linen shift over her head, leaving the forever young damsel bare save for emerald green panties with lace trim.<br/><br/>She looked into Spike’s eyes for a long moment, then wrapped her arms around his waist and laid  her head on his chest.  Soft, round, firm breasts pressed into his chest, and for a peaceful moment she gave a contented sigh.<br/>