Yamashita shuddered as his hand dipped between her thighs, feeling the last fastenings of her clothing come loose to leave her entirely naked, the heat of his mouth and breath against the straight column of her neck. Smooth skin responded in a wave of goosebumps which ran down her back and across her abdomen and she pulled her hands free, twisting in his embrace to put her back against the wall. Naked, the definition of her muscles and the scars of her profession were laid out for his view, but it was obvious that Yamashita's history had not made her any less feminine. Soft curves at hip and breast, the nipped in waist and scrubbed-clean line of her jaw and brushstroke lips. She had been a beauty once, and though she had turned away from that path, it was still written across her skin.<br/><br/>"I will not betray my Lord," her voice caught on a breath, looking up at his face. "I will not work against my Clan, but if you wish for assistance against others..."<br/><br/>Ever the strategist, she calculated how much damage she could do to Gunba's enemies with the Yunnar forces under her control, her gaze distant as she considered whether she could put this captivity to some kind of use, to benefit her Lord in some way.