Tied to a tree

"Ugggh. My head."

Aria Highire, noblewomen of the Summerset Isles, awoke with a splitting headache. As light entered her eyes and she began to focus on her surroundings she found herself still in the woods. She was a bit drowsy fortunately a cold northern wind hit her body sending a shock to her system and waking her up fully.

"Awww," Aria yelped as the wind woke her up and her memories started coming back. She had been poisoned by a lowly bandit and knocked ****. Somehow, she had made it out alive but not unscathed. Aria had quickly realized the bandit had tied her arms to a nearby tree leaving her in an uncomfortable position where she couldn't even sit down.

"That tree climbing bitch!" Aria said as she attempted to get loose, "If I see her again, by Magus, I swear I'll burn her to AAAH-SHES!"

Aria shrieked as she was hit by another cold wind.

"Was Skyrim this cold before! What is happe-ning."

Aria stopped talking as she looked down to discover that she was still naked.

"Noooo!" she yelled. Aria had forgotten she had been changing clothes when she was poisoned. But now, with her arms tied above her head she couldn't cover herself. Aria's regal naked form was on full display! That Bosmer hadn't spared her out of mercy. She wanted to humiliate the High Elf. Aria struggled harder to try and get out of her bondage, but it was no use the knots were too tight. All she accomplished was making her perky boobs jiggle wildly and uncomfortably rubbing her rounded butt against the tree bark. Eventually she stopped after tiring herself out.

"Alright," Aria said catching her breath, "At least it can't get any worse."

Just then Aria heard a sound in the distance. It was faint but she could make it out as singing.

"Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red," A distant voice sang.

"Gods no," Aria whispered. Someone was coming. They might see her. That couldn't happen she was a kinlord's daughter. The shame she would feel being seen like this by some singsongy Nord was immeasurable. Aria looked around desperately trying to find a way to escape. Just then she realized she had been going about this all wrong. She was a mage. Magic was the answer. Aria extended her pointer finger and used it to produce a small flame she them motioned that flame towards the ropes. Slowly the small flame began to melt the ropes.

"But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red, when he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said," the voice sang much closer. Aria clenched her teeth. Was she going to get free before he spotted her?