Cautiously....oh crap...

You really don't get a chance to say anything. No sooner than you step from the clearing does that little chip monk start yelling that you're there. The redhead slowly uncoils from her stretch and her bright baby blues roll your way without a touch of fear in them.

"Oh my!" she said with a gasp as soon as she took you in. Her hand covered her mouth daintily as she sucked a breath in quickly, but those eyes betrayed her. "Are you a pirate?" she asked in mock surprise.

"Answer her, you mook, and if ya gets too close to her, I'll paste ya one!" the little rodent hollered, perching on Giselle's shoulder and shaking a little furry fist at you.

"Oh, Pip!" she said, patting him on the head. "I'm sure that he's just lost or in trouble. After all, no one in Andalasia would hurt me," she said, stroking the little furry bastard's head. "So who are you, kind sir?" she asked as she turned her attention back to you.

"I am the Dread Pirate Roberts," you say, spouting off the first thing that comes to mind.

"Oh MY!" Giselle replies, taken aback.

'What the hell,' you think. 'Might as well go for it.'

"I am a sailor on the pirate ship ****, and my ship was wrecked at sea. I swam to shore and passed out. I have been walking in the woods for many days, and I do not know how long it has been since I've seen a meal or drink," you say to her with a strong confidence in your voice. It sounds good even to your ears, and Giselle and the little rat buy it hook, line, and sinker.

"Oh, you poor dear!" Giselle replies. She runs up to you, Pip reeling and falling off her shoulder as she moves. Her body looks like poetry in motion as she closes the distance between the two of you and gives you the biggest hug that her 5'2" body can muster. You feel her nipples harden as they dig into your ribs and unless your very mistaken, you can feel a heat building at the junction of her thighs. "Come with me, I'll get you something to eat and drink!" she says, breaking the hug but not releasing your waist. You'd swear she pushes her hips against your growing pride and her little pink tongue parts her lips before she speaks again, "and a nice...warm...bed..." Each syllable brings an almost imperceptible grinding of her hips against your thigh. The innocent twinkle in her blue eyes changes to hunger and she bites her lower lip, the crest of her white teeth peeking out of her mouth as she does so.