Chapter 3
by 
Abdulalahazred
You grab a girl by the wrist...
A forest girl.
You blink in surprise as you realise the slim muscular girl you have caught is a forest girl. There is something wild and primal about her tanned lean body. Her full rounded breasts are held in a animal skin and bone half corset and she wears a twist of pelts about her loins. Her hair is beaded and braided and primitive tattoos and scar patterns cover her skin. She snarls as you grip her, dropping her spear. “Unhand me!”
Even better! This girl will fetch a pretty penny on the **** block. She could be a serum girl or a natural girl. Either way she has fire.