Witch's Power/Sneak around and go after the count
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You decide that you've had enough of this count constantly harassing you. With a deep breath you pull your cloak around you and head off, trying to circle around the men hunting for you.
You glide through the forest with practiced ease, that is until your long dress snags on the branch of one of the thorny bushes growing everywhere in this part of the forest. You tug at your dress a few times which only gets it tangled with more of the thorny bushes. Frustrated, you bend down and grab your dagger out if it's sheath in your belt. You cut away at the fabric of your dress with annoyed ferocity, revealing your thigh high, black stockings and a glimpse of your firm thighs above them.
Distracted by cutting your dress free, you realize too late that someone is standing directly behind you. A hand clamps down on your wrist, squeezing so hard that the pain causes you to drop your dagger to the ground. You gasp as his other arm wraps around you, clutching your arms to your sides as your attacker presses up against you.
You feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers into your ear. " quite now little mouse, we wouldn't want the other cats to hear, and steal my prize away now would we?" You realiz that this man is not one of the counts soldiers, is he a mercenary or just someone else who happened to be wandering the forest at night?
He looks down at your dress, not yet completely cut free from the bushes, and you can feel his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of your legs. "Is that what you were up to, my slender beauty? I was very curious as I watched you, bent over and swaying that delicious rump of yours in the air as you were. Here allow me to to save the most obviously distressed damsel from this lecherous bush. " with unexpected strength he lifts you up and spins. Your dress tears the rest of the way, freeing you from the bush.