First Impressions

Intensity. Mystery. Ferocity.

Making her way forward, hair perfectly framing her face, blade draw. She spoke no words, showed no weakness. Surprise and confusion would overcome the bandits, mixed with a helping of fear over her mere presence.

Legends would tell not of an inexplicably nude young woman-- But of a demon, masked in supple skin and modest curves, enacting merciless vengeance on those that deserved it. In time, most would doubt that this had even happened...

That's the vibe Hinoa WANTED to go for.

Instead, attention slowly drifted toward Hinoa as she reluctantly made her way toward the town square. Everyone-- Even the housewife, trying to hide her exposed ass-- Fell quiet as they noticed her.

Her feet were bare, but it felt like they had weights tied to them. Her face was aimed toward the ground, cheeks adorably flushed. One arm was held over her small tits. The other hand held her sword, but still tried to keep her vagina from view.

Not that it did anything to hide her whispy black pubic hair. She... Should have shaved, given the circumstances, but she'd always convinced herself that no one would see her anyway...

She looked as meek and humiliated as could be, shamefully clutching her petite form.

"Let these people go..." She spoke in just over a whisper.

"Haah?" The bandit leader was wearing a crazed grin! She approached, holding her sword over her back. "Speak up! Come on. Clearly, you're not shy. You the town whore or something?"

Her mockery stung. As did the stares of everyone around them. But finding her resolve, Hinoa slowly raised her blade... And revealed her crotch...

"I said... Release these people. My appearance isn't nearly as shameful as your behavior..."