Gillin the Bandit

"Honestly, I can't believe that worked." Gilin said. She was a short Bosmer female with curly red hair, short antlers, and tribal tattoos on her arms. She wore a set of Hide Armor and was holding her bow to her side with an arrow already strung.

"You!" Aria spat angrily, "You're from that bandit camp. You poisoned me and stole my clothes!"

"Y-yeah," Gillin said nervously. "Guess you're still mad about that, hm?"

"It was HUMILIATING!" Aria screamed, scaring the Bosmer into readying her arrow to try and intimidate the High Elf, but Aria didn't even seem to notice. "I was seen naked by not one but TWO Nord men. It's shameful! I have been eternally dishonored and You're going to pay for it."

Aria began to pull her hands from her chest, her fingers already sparking from her prepared lightening spell.

"Hey!" Gillin shouted fear making her more authoritative, "you make a move and I'll send this arrow straight through your head! So just keep those hands on your tits got it."

Aria growled in a way she had never done back in Alinor, but in the end, she capitulated. Her hands stopped sparking and were pressed back firmly against her chest again.

"Good. Now then this is how this is going to work. I'm going to take everything valuable from that chest and leave. You're going to just hang there quietly."

"No, you can't," Aria yelled her concern starting to show. "I need clothes."

"Well, that sounds like your problem." Gillin said coldly sending a shiver down Aria's spine. She needed to do something otherwise she'd remain completely naked for who knows how long. Nightfall was in a few hours and Skyrim had the coldest of nights. Aria was **** and in her desperation the Altmer did something that went against her entire upbringing.

"P-please my lady," Aria said to the commoner. "Have mercy on me."

Gillin looked at the High Elf shocked. She had met many pompous High Elves in the past, but none had ever spoken to her so softly. She wanted to leave this golden skinned beauty hanging alone and naked like she deserved, but looking at her now the Bosmer had her doubts. Gillin bit her lip as she looked into Aria's pleading eyes.

"No, I can't trust you." Gillin said conflicted. "If I cut you down, you'll kill me."

"Not if you leave me clothes." Aria replied. "If I can get dressed, I'll just move on. Please help me move on."

Gillin thought for a second and then sighed. Aria watched as the wood elf walked over to the fallen tree and crawled inside. Aria waited quietly feeling the blood start to rush to her head before the wood elf crawled out with to satchels filled with treasure.

"Wait wait wait." Aria panicked. "That's not everything is it. Surely you left some clothes in the chest. Were there clothes in the chest!"

Gillin said nothing and began to walk away towards the mountains.

"No! No, you can't leave me like this please." Aria yelled wiggling her body to try and get herself loose. As she yelled the rope turned causing her to face away from the Bosmer. Her worthless struggling finally stopped when the High Elf became so tired she couldn't even hold her arms over her chest.

"You damn tree dweller!" Aria angrily screamed right before an arrow flew by right above her cutting the rope. Aria fell face first into the dirt. Another undignified experience a person of her station should never experience. Aria sits up and looked out towards the mountains then towards the log. She didn't waste time getting up and instead crawled into the log. She opened the chest praying there was something left.