Samia Strips and Dances on the Table

There were plenty of men in here, surely there was one willing to share a bed with her.

Maybe the sluttiest, most direct approach was best. She had a pretty face, a great body, and nice firm breasts and ass. Surely if someone saw that, they'd want to fuck her all night long. She hoped.

She stood on the table, which turned plenty of heads. She began to unbutton her shirt, dancing like she had when she’d stripped for the Shadow Blades. After the **** in Vernia, that felt like weeks ago.

The men watching her began to swell with anticipation. She was a sight to behold, her tight midriff baring her navel and a lacy black bra underneath. She adjusted her skirt, hiking it up to reveal a slice of her stocking-clad thigh.

Then, with a practiced sultriness, she glanced at a man sitting alone in the corner of the room. He stared back, his eyes smouldering with desire.

Samia walked towards him, hips swaying, eyes locked on his. He was handsome enough, and his eyes said he wanted her.

"I think I'm lost here," she stated, and then sat down on his lap, grinding herself against him, their eyes never leaving each other. She placed a hand on his face, running her fingers through his hair as he bit his lip, need dominating his thoughts.

As he took her hand and brought it to his lips, he gently kissed her knuckles.

She got back up on the table, removing her shirt.

As she danced for the crowd, she felt the hunger in every man's eyes, but she knew that this was her chance to regain some control in her life.

A loud cheer erupted as she swung her shirt around above her head, before tossing it at her feet.

She unclasped her bra, and flung it up in the air, shaking her breasts for all to see. More cheers and whistles. She was starting to love the attention.

She continued to dance, her moves becoming more seductive, her body language inviting him closer. The crowd watched, entranced by the show she was putting on, her every move a prelude to her ultimate goal.

Next was her skirt. She unhooked the side of it, a cheeky grin on her face as she could feel the hearts in the room race.

She slipped the skirt off her hips, revealing her black lace panties. With a playful wink, Samia swung her skirt around herself, letting the crowd catch a glimpse of all that was hidden beneath.

The cries and cheers continued to grow louder as she moved, never breaking eye contact with her target.

Now, it was time for the final act. The men in the room were on their feet now, their eyes fixed on her every move.

Her target was watching her closely, his breath ragged.

Finally, she slipped the panties off, revealing her cunt to the crowd, slick and dripping with desire. She moved sensually, moving her hands up and down her sides, then above her head as she gave everyone a view of her exposed body.

With a wild laugh, Samia danced naked on the top of the table.

“Out!” the innkeeper yelled. “That’s enough! Go and ply your trade elsewhere, whore!”

He threw a pint of ale all over her naked body, and Samia quickly grabbed her clothes and exited the inn. She’d have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

She made her way to the outskirts of the town, finding an unoccupied doorway to sleep in.

Samia curled up in the doorway, her mind racing with thoughts of **** and the journey ahead. She knew she had a long road to walk, and many dangers to face, but she was determined to make it. She would find the Shadow Blades and make them pay for what they had done to her.

As the night wore on, Samia dozed off, her dreams filled with the faces of her tormentors. She awoke in the early morning light, her mind clear and her resolve stronger than ever.

She dressed quickly, and set out once more, traveling the dirt roads and making her way through fields and woods. As the days passed, she grew stronger, her body healing and her spirit hardening.