Pursued by the Wild Hunt

Ciri was being chased and hounded. Everywhere she went the Wild Hunt followed her. She lost track of the days, traveling desperately, fighting wildly. She was allowed little luxury... but she was still human. She didn't even know when she'd last had a moment to relax. So, she stopped at a bathhouse, despite the risk.

Ciri paid the attending woman. She knew how she looked: dirty, worn and battered. Luckily many in this world were, and the woman took her coin without batting an eye.

"Perhaps you'd like some company in there...?" The woman asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, no." Ciri blushed. She knew what the woman meant, and knew her adopted father often partook in such activities, but it made Ciri nervous. The woman shrugged as Ciri entered the bath.

Ciri threw off her sword belts, then her muddy, ragged clothes. Naked, she sank into the barrel of hot water, letting out a sigh of relief. Finally...

Ciri didn't know how long she soaked. She must have fallen asleep, for suddenly a sharp scream woke her. She jolted up, sending water splashing. The wild hunt was here!

Ciri scrambled out of the tub, lunging for her clothes and weapons. At that moment the door flew open and the skeleton, armored figure of a Wraiths of Mörhogg burst into the room. Ciri only managed to grab her shoes as he drew his sword and swung at her...

Only Ciri wasn't there. She had the gift of teleportation, and fell to the ground outside the bathhouse. She shivered, hurriedly pulling on her boots. They'd be on her any second... and now she was unarmed and butt naked! She rose, covering her bare body, shivering, helpless and alone...