A nightly encounter

Zalah awoke with a jolt, her naked body bending up into a sitting position on the divan; her eyes wide open as she surveyed the room. Had she heard something?
The room was shrouded in darkness, looking out of the window, Zalah could see that it was night outside, and she appeared to be the only one currently inside the room.

Someone had laid a white sheet over her when she had been sleeping, and the flimsy cover was wrapped around her curvy figure as she leaned back onto the soft surface of the divan.

Remaining still, her senses alert, Zalah listened intently for any movement inside the house, but could only hear muffled noises from the street.
Content that there didn’t seem to be anyone moving about in the house, Zalah stretched her stiff muscles, her body and mind already regenerated from the day’s excursions.

Getting up from the divan, dropping the cover onto it, Zalah stood proud and naked in the room, before grazing over to a nearby mirror. Her boots had been pulled off while she had been sleeping, and the stiletto-heeled footwear stood leaned against the other divan.

Looking at her mirror image reflected by the full-length mirror, Zalah couldn’t help but admire the way her nude body looked in the darkness.
Reaching down with her right hand between her thighs, Zalah let out a low gasp as two of her fingers parted her bald cuntlips, quickly pushing her index finger deep into the moistness of her pussy.

“Oh, you are a dirty girl…” Zalah whispered at the mirror, gasping again as she began to gyrate her digit, manipulating herself into becoming even wetter.
Zalah was distracted by her masturbation by a sound coming from the corridor just outside of the room. This time, she was sure that there was someone sneaking about.
Putting her arousal aside for now, Zalah began to move towards the door.

Her sword wasn’t in the room, and Zalah cursed at her stupidity for leaving it well beyond her reach. She might have need for it, should the character moving about outside turn out to be unfriendly.

Stopping by the door and pressing her head against it, Zalah was pretty certain that she could hear someone moving carefully on the other side, just a short distance from the door.
Grabbing hold of the handle, Zalah pushed the door open and stormed out into the corridor.