<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/bf/73/96bf73239aa2ed20698ecc3928dd3b11.jpg)</div><strong>Emiko Oshiro (http://your character sheet)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Fujishima Mountains<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Takeda Gunba<br/><hr/><br/>As she looked over to where he was sitting she felt a shiver run up her spine. She had heard him tell her about being a captive she had heard him tell her about being a pawn. She had somehow not thought about what those factors meant. Slipping off her clothing She handed it to the servant. It was beyond repair and so the servant tossed it into the fire. The servant did so knowing that the last outfit she was seen in would also give a clue to where she was if it were found.<br/><br/>Emiko stood with her back to Takeda that slender pale frame exposed to his eyes. The curve of her back so delicate and soft as if she had never had a hard day of work. The curve of her ass heart shaped and taut. The way her thighs touched just slightly so the flesh pressed together. Stepping into the warm water she sank down as deep as she could as a way to hide her body from his view but it was useless the water ended just above her pale nipples causing her breasts to bob against the surface.<br/><br/>She was pure and unbroken thanks to Takeda but she was certain that she would not leave his company that way. The servant poured a bucket of water over her head the water rolling down her face and chest. As she bathed she closed her eyes and tried to make peace with her new situation. She belonged to this masked man and she could either fight him and risk her death or submit and risk her honor.<br/><br/>A small bag of petals and bits of lye soap were handed to her as she washed herself letting the suds cover her pale skin. Her hands moving around each breast as she rose from the water a moment her back glistening with wetness as beads of water rolled down the slope of her ass and along her thighs. He could see her hand slide between her legs in the front her fingers slipping along washing herself.<br/><br/>As she sat back down the servant began to wash her hair. Emiko sat in silence she didn't know what to say or ask of Takeda, she felt lonely and scared as she pulled her knees to her chest.