<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2016/08/25/1011752/big_thumb_b4c2ef92813c7b92e0a79c69acfd8d8c.jpg)</div><strong>Hisayo Yamashita (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13531034#msg13531034)</strong><br/><strong>Time</strong>: Y0S3, first month<br/><strong>Location</strong>: River Bandits Castle<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Akari Hifuki<br/><br/>Yamashita was not expecting to be stripped of her armour in a corridor, but there seemed to be little opportunity to do anything about it, so she stood still as the other woman removed her protective clothing, piece by piece, until she was clad only in her light clothes beneath. Her colour was a little high, but it was more at being handled than being unclothed - she'd had to pull armour on in front of other soldiers for years. But having it removed by someone else was quite different, and she was oddly reminded of her youth when such things had happened with more unpleasantness.<br/><br/>She wasn't entirely surprised that her word was not good enough, but relieved to find that she wasn't going to be left to die of her wounds before any ransom demand could be made. Whilst the scrapes, cuts and bruises were superficial, an infection could still make her very ill indeed. Still, the latter option was far less appealing, simply because it left her even more helpless than she already was. Her eyes roamed over the woman's face for a moment, assessing her to see if she possessed the kind of cruelty that would allow her the suggestion of kindness, only to throw her prey to the dogs when their guard was down. She did not<em>think  </em>it so, but ...<br/>"I am your prisoner, Lady, the choice is yours. But I have no objection to being searched, only to being used for coarse entertainment by men who appreciate swill as much as they would fine food."<br/><br/>Her voice was even, but the revelation should not have been astonishing. What woman would want to be at the mercy of a bunch of illiterate unappreciative peasants?