Mira shrieks, her calm composure evaporating into sheer terror as the knives flash in the moonlight.  She tries to run but strong hands seize her from behind, firmly holding her in place as the blades cut away her flimsy silk garb with distressing ease.<br/><br/>One, two, three more slashes and the remains of her garment flutters ruined to the ground, leaving her distressingly exposed to her captors.  Her pulse raised, breath quickened, gorgeous breasts rising and falling as she breathed hard.  Her skin broke out in gooseflesh in the cold night air, her nipples stiffening into delicate rose colored points atop her proud breasts, even as cold sweat gathered on her fine brow.<br/><br/>She could feel their eyes on her, hungry and lustful, as they took in her exquisite and bare beauty.  She gathered her wits, desperately thinking of a way to avoid the inevitable.<br/><br/>"Please, milord.  Do not do this... I have coin... I can pay you...." It was hopeless, she knew.  The only treasure these men were interested were the pleasures her body had to offer them...