A human female

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You wake up. Your head feels warm as you lie in a dark space which is moving around a lot. There's not much room to move. You feel your breasts pressed against the dark wood, chafing against your bare nipples. You try to move your arms and legs, but can't. They are tied together. You're in the back of a horsecart, you deduct. But how did you get there? You don't seem to remember anything at all.

The warmth in your head drips down your face. Blood. You must've got hit in the head. That's probably why you don't remember anything.

As you lie there, in the shaking cart, you try your hardest to remember anything. Anything about yourself. You remember that your name is Brengar. Brengar Whitehill. Or was it Whitehill? You don't seem to remember.

You know that you are a woman. A human woman. A young and attractive one, with exceptional curves. But you don't have to remember that. You can feel the heaviness and volume of your breasts. You know you have long, beautiful brown hair, coming all the way down to your butt cheeks. You have the most outstanding brown eyes. The ones that could portrude any soul, just by looking at them. You know you did that a lot.

You know that the tales of your beauty were told in lands far away. Rich and powerful men sought after you, and you enjoyed turning them all away. One after the other. Until... someone... It's too hazy. But someone caught your attention. Someone handsome and intelligent. If only you could remember who it was... Did you fall for him?