A bandits' camp!

Farcadia is on a small beach, the sand beneath her bare feet shifting to black craggy rock formations further inland. It's a far cry from the bright green grass lining the riverbed or the blue of her sacred bathwater. It's the kind of place where one would be stranded after a shipwreck in one of the adventure stories the princess would read as a child. She may also be thinking of that because she's currently dressed like a castaway herself.

The more concerning thing she notices, however, is the encampment set up on the rocks. While devoid of people, various ramshackle tents, animal skins, and doused campfires are scattered around Farcadia. The campfires are still smoking, too, so the people who'd left them there can't have left too long ago. They must have left in a hurry, too, because among the abandoned tents are broken weapons, tools, and even some spare coins here and there, (which Farcadia doesn't recognize, so they must be the kind of low value currency the poors use).

"Oh, dear," the princess muses to herself, "I'm really not in the right mindset for this. I should be on my way." Dealing with reprobates is far below the station of a princess, and in any case, she's hardly dressed for a proper robbery. Best to let more qualified folks face the consequences for this, she reckons.

As she starts to turn around, though, a voice cries out from one of the tents. "Hey, you ca- Whoa!" Farcadia turns around to see a wide-eyed young man staring at her, mouth agape even as he holds a small dagger out in her direction. The shagginess of her brown hair and shabbiness of his ill-fitting leather armor tells Farcadia that he's one of the bandits who lives her, or at least is trying to steal from them as well as her. Well, he's going to find that prospect difficult, as I have nothing to steal.

Once that smug thought crosses her mind, Farcadia remembers that she is, in fact, nude in front of this stranger, and promptly remembers to be embarrassed and futily try to cover her shame. She awkwardly crosses her legs to shield her pussy and holds places her hands over her moderately-sized tits, accidentally bending down in a silly impression of a curtsy. "Please, sir, if you could avert your eyes, it would do much more to hide my nudity than I can do on my own."

The shaggy man doesn't take her advice. "Wh-who are you?" He stutters, trying to sound intimidating amidst his utter confusion.

Farcadia scoffs. "How rude!" she yells, "To ask a girl her name without exchanging any words of courtship first is most improper, my good man. I may be underdressed, but that's no reason to act improperly."

What is this girl saying? The bandit thinks. I catch her wandering into our camp flaunting her tits and ass for the world to see, and she's lecturing me on my conversation skills? He concludes that she must be some kind of crazy person, for no sane individual would walk into a bandit camp with such indignation, much less walk into it completely naked. "Look," he says, his curiosity dwindling, "you shouldn't be here. Are you lost or something? The village is a ways to the east of here, and it's not safe to be wandering so far out here with no clothes on. Unless you're some kind of fey, I guess. Wait, are you?"

Farcadia looks back at him, offended. "I'm perfectly human, I'll have you know." Though she supposes that if he could confuse her for a magical forest creature, maybe she shoudl consider it a compliment to her appearance. She slowly uncrosses her legs without thinking, subtly testing if her theory is true.

The bandit notices this, and takes it very much the wrong way. She's showing me her vagina! Is she trying to seduce me or something? He's heard of magical creatures who do things like that, luring men away with sex to steal their souls out via orgasm or something. His mother had told him that story as a kid and warned him never to masturbate lest one of those wicked creatures come take his manhood away. He mentally apologizes to his mother for not believing her, and also for running away from home to join a bandit troop who have no problem with him masturbating in the middle of the night. "Stay back!" He waves the dagger about in front of him. "I don't have time for this. I gotta watch the camp until the others get back from the mission. I won't be distracted by your womanly wiles!"

Farcadia also takes that as a compliment, even if this person isn't responding to her beauty in a conventional way. She almost forgets to consider the other thing he just said. "Others? Mission?"

"Yeah. This is an important job we got today, the biggest we've ever done. We're robbing..."