Saeva shut her legs as much as she could, given the circumstances. This did not discourage the masked woman from rubbing her ass. "How considerate of you to shave for me, girl." Saeva gulped. She was a stickler for hygiene, but had she known that her privates would soon be scrutinized, she would have opted to have any coverage at all just then.
Saeva reflection of her grooming choices was interrupted suddenly by the distinctive sound of steel sliding over steel. Her captor was drawing a knife. Saeva gulped, bracing for the worst. She heard the sound of the knife cutting through the air and braced for pain and **** but found... she was unhurt. Then she saw falling past her eyes her belt and leather guards. It dawned on her than that the assailant had just cut up the ties for those things. Which, it so happened, left nothing to secure the tunic to her body. Her hands shot up- or down or her body?- to keep it in place and not being pulled off her.
Her assailant made a "tsking" sound. "Dear, you're going to be spending a fair while naked, you know. You might as well get used to it now and not make a fuss."
Saeva kept her hands firmly on the tunic, refusing to let the last of her decency fall. "Please... please, I can't go into town naked."
The woman shrugged. "Maybe you can't. It isn't my problem." She circled around to Saeva's backside and, with a bare fist, landed a ferocious strike on the back of Saeva's head. Her arms went limp, letting the tunic fall. Saeva cried out. "No, please! I can't... I can't do this!"
The thief just shrugged. "Just try, my dear, you might surprise yourself. Besides, you still have your boots." Collecting the last of Saeva's things, she left.
And so Saeva was left, dangling, naked, with only a pair of boots to her name.
But what a pair of boots.
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