She falls asleep

Stumbling across the sand, Druuna giggled to herself and then stopped to run her fingers through her wet hair, her digits parting the thick strands of shimmering black.

Turning towards the sun, Druuna ran one hand across her feminine belly, stopping it just above the mound of her sex and stood still in that pose for a few seconds, as if she was contemplating to play with herself.

Apparently deciding against it, Druuna returned to the spot where she had left her possessions, making sure that everything was still there, and then got down onto the banks, grunting at the feel of the warm sand against her back.

She didn?t have anything with which to dry herself of, so Druuna had decided to let the sun give her a helping hand in that.

With her arms splayed out and her legs parted, Druuna laid still on her back for a good long while, her mind currently a blank slate as she did her best to enjoy this short lull in her travels.

Eventually, she must have rolled over onto her stomach and drifted off, for she suddenly jerked her head up and opened her eyes as she returned to consciousness.

Scolding herself for falling asleep in such an open position and in such a **** state, As Druuna got up to sit on her knees, her legs folded beneath her, she suddenly grew very alarmed.

Her satchel was gone, as was her top, stockings and panties, with only her shoes still lying where she last saw them.

Twisting her head left and right as she stumbled up on her feet, Druuna could see no one.

Whoever had taken her things had made no effort to capture her, it would seem, which was very odd. Druuna had no illusions about her being a very desirable catch, and she knew very well that her looks and her wits would make her the most sought-after ware at any ****-market, so why hadn?t she been captured?

That her shoes were left behind was odd as well, they were easily the most valuable of her possessions, particularly since the sneakers were made long before the Disaster, and were still in good shape. With the pair of them, you could easily barter for ten pair of new boots made by a reasonably skilled shoemaker.

And, to make the whole situation even more confusing, whoever it was that had stolen from her had made sure to leave a set of footprints clearly visible in the sand, leading up over the banks, despite the fact that there were plenty of brushes around from which one could take a branch and use to wipe out one?s trail. It looked as if they belonged to just one person, but that might just be a trick.

Wondering what to do, Druuna kept her gaze on the footprints. It was evident to her that whoever the thief was, he or she did not seem too interested in capturing and selling Druuna as a ****, or to keep her for their own benefit. But why would they act in this mysterious manner, why not simply wake her up and greet her?

She had her shoes, Druuna thought as she put them on, so she could still cover a lot of ground without being slowed down by her feet being cut and bruised by rocks and suchlike. Maybe it was best to cut her losses and ignore the trail that had been left for her?