Shanarad's Deal

Your vision is hazy as you come to. As you start to look around, the room feels strange and unfamiliar. The beautiful room you had been crying in moments before was replaced with a dark room, dimly lit with red, glowing runes along the floor. Around 10 meters from you, you can see a flight of stairs going up to a chair. A pair of legs are barely visible, sticking out form the darkness while someone looks down at you.

"Doe, John," a female voice said. You could hear it came from the darkness beside the chair. "Her family was killed when they refused to let her marry their local lord's son. She cried for your help on the night before the wedding, my lord."

You can feel yourself get inspected. Eyes you cannot see run across your body, measuring you up. You were afraid they would find you pleasing, and almost more afraid that they would not. Even in your position on your knees your curves were unmistakable. A slim waist, broad hips and a pair of perfectly perky breasts, just above a handful each made most men hard with desire. The long, dark red hair hanging down your back and over your shoulders didn't hinder your otherwise porcelain white body's appearance either.