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		<title>Sandjack at 01:27, 14 March 2016</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eee; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;You arch your back and part your lips slightly. You feel your eyes hanging a little lower and hang your arms. Your face is burning red, you're sure. Speaking softly and (you hope) seductively, you beg him to help you in your smoothest tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eee; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;You arch your back and part your lips slightly. You feel your eyes hanging a little lower and hang your arms. Your face is burning red, you're sure. Speaking softly and (you hope) seductively, you beg him to help you in your smoothest tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #ffa; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes a moment before an expression forms on Isaiah's face, somewhere between amusement, annoyance and awkwardness. He snickers at you're attempt, causing the blush to spread even further. &amp;quot;Eh, you're a little too young for that, girl.&amp;quot; He laughs, but it feels a little &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;forced. Strangely enough, you feel a sense of pride that he finds it difficult to dismiss you entirely. However, his face becomes serious after that. &amp;quot;Now you listen here, girl. I'm going to give you some help, but only because I don't want to think of you trying that with some of the men in this place.&amp;quot; His voice feels stern and almost fatherly as you unconsciously hide your face beneath the rough blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #cfc; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes a moment before an expression forms on Isaiah's face, somewhere between amusement, annoyance and awkwardness. He snickers at you're attempt, causing the blush to spread even further. &amp;quot;Eh, you're a little too young for that, girl.&amp;quot; He laughs, but it feels a little forced. Strangely enough, you feel a sense of pride that he finds it difficult to dismiss you entirely. However, his face becomes serious after that. &amp;quot;Now you listen here, girl. I'm going to give you some help, but only because I don't want to think of you trying that with some of the men in this place.&amp;quot; His voice feels stern and almost fatherly as you unconsciously hide your face beneath the rough blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eee; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. &amp;quot;There,&amp;quot; he says softly. &amp;quot;That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell.&amp;quot; He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eee; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. &amp;quot;There,&amp;quot; he says softly. &amp;quot;That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell.&amp;quot; He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Sandjack:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Your mind races. Of course, you'd never think of doing anything like this normally, but you feel too tense to think about it too hard.  You arch your back and part your lips slig…'</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;Your mind races. Of course, you&amp;#39;d never think of doing anything like this normally, but you feel too tense to think about it too hard.  You arch your back and part your lips slig…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mind races. Of course, you'd never think of doing anything like this normally, but you feel too tense to think about it too hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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You arch your back and part your lips slightly. You feel your eyes hanging a little lower and hang your arms. Your face is burning red, you're sure. Speaking softly and (you hope) seductively, you beg him to help you in your smoothest tone.&lt;br /&gt;
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It takes a moment before an expression forms on Isaiah's face, somewhere between amusement, annoyance and awkwardness. He snickers at you're attempt, causing the blush to spread even further. &amp;quot;Eh, you're a little too young for that, girl.&amp;quot; He laughs, but it feels a little  &amp;quot;forced. Strangely enough, you feel a sense of pride that he finds it difficult to dismiss you entirely. However, his face becomes serious after that. &amp;quot;Now you listen here, girl. I'm going to give you some help, but only because I don't want to think of you trying that with some of the men in this place.&amp;quot; His voice feels stern and almost fatherly as you unconsciously hide your face beneath the rough blanket.&lt;br /&gt;
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He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. &amp;quot;There,&amp;quot; he says softly. &amp;quot;That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell.&amp;quot; He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;
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You close your eyes and imagine a million ways to proceed... and a million ways things could go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and get some rest.]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=20|Mood=Tense|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''waterskin''}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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