<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">nsfw</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/sample_9b041f12e2477289d3601d23d981eaa6_zpsldhgidqo.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Akari Hifuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13505460#msg13505460)</strong><br/>Time:  Y0S3, first month<br/>Location:  River Bandits Castle<br/>Tagged:  Hisayo Yamashita<br/><br/><em>Hifuki, along with what few bandits remained to her, led the way briskly back into the captured castle.  The long day of battle and the unforgettable sites of the initial rainstorm of arrow shafts and fletched pain was leaving the self-styled Bandit Queen feeling decidedly exposed and unsafe while outside the battlements  with nothing overhead except the exposing sun.  Her men seem sullenly obedient, none of them laying a hand upon Yamashita but the low murmur of conversations certainly seems gruff and invasive, though none speak loudly enough to be easily understood.<br/><br/>Eventually, the troope of warriors reaches a spiralling staircase that leads down into the depths and Hifuko pauses, staring down the unwelcoming stairway with a deep frown upon her lips.  She taps her foot a few times against the uneven floorstones and flicks her fingers back and forth against her extended thumb as she attempts to think, then turns on her heel to take a long, searching look at her prisoner, her eyes slowly moving down the woman's form and occasionally darting to one side or the other, although it is not immediately clear what the woman is peering at.<br/><br/>Hifuki shakes her head, frowning.  "Can't really tell... I'ma need to get your armor off." <em>she mutters, and then darts forward to either assist or undo the clasps holding Yamashita's armor in place.  If Yamashita objects and removes it herself, the woman does not object or pry, but one way or another the woman's armor will find its way off her body.  Once it is off, the Bandit Queen once again takes a slow inspection of her captive and, eventually, shakes her head once again.  "Nothing doing... although your wounds aren't likely to worsen, you have many and the cells of the dungeon aren't precisely known to encourage a clean heal... we'll have to keep you above ground, and that is where we run into an issue."<br/><br/><em>The woman holds tanto before her, sighing a bit.</em>  "You have been honorable thus far, deserving of respect.  Yet I cannot, in good conscious, leave you in an unbarred room without ensuring you are not in a position to kill anyone else.  Since I feel the cell may endanger you're healing, and possible additional weapons may endanger our lives... we have to have a solution.<br/><br/>Thus... either you permit me to search your person for additional weapons, or you permit me to bind you to the bed so, anything you may be carrying cannot be used while the rest of us sleep.  I leave the choice to you..."<br/><br/><em>The woman smiled, her eyes twinkling.  She always loved giving people difficult choices.  Would the woman opt to allow herself to be felt up right there, in front of a mob of strangers... or would she allow herself to be rendered helpless for an extended period of time.  What type of woman was this... did she care more about maintaining an appearance of modesty or would she accept shame for the promise of defensibility?  Hell, perhaps she would simply prove to be naive...</em></em></em>