<div class="floatright"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">Vin</span></strong> (https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/ElayneTrakand/characters/18822198)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/tXuNUgt.jpg)</div>Even as Masumi reached towards the ropes they began to fade from existence, leaving only the silvery collar affixed to her neck and the rope connecting it to the tree.<br/><br/>Shoulders tight from being pulled back Vin rubs her shoulders a bit. Then, remembering her how transparent her current<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">clothing</div><div class="spoiler_body">Consisting of a black sheer bandeau top a transparent loincloth made of the same material.</div></div>is and that this strange man had just looked her over Vin blushed a deep crimson and quickly made to cover her small, pert breasts and tight pussy with her hands. "Th-thanks for rescuing me. I am Vin a bard looking to make a name for myself, or at least was..." Vin looks forlornly down at herself then gives a slight shutter and turns her back slightly, showing the slave brand between her shoulder blades, then continues, "I suppose this is my life now and I'd better get used to it. From the tales I've heard the brand is dammed near impossible to remove and I will always have an owner now. And from what I can tell it has some pretty nasty safeguards to stop me from escaping or being too rebellious, as you might have noticed during the fight. Anyway, enough about me, who might you be my dashing saviour?"<br/><br/>Vin thought to herself idly,<em>surely they can't be any worse than the bandits, right? This past night has been the most brutal experience in my life.</em>