The wind was causing Bliss to shiver in the Captain’s arms. Her dress still soaked and clinging to her body making it only more cold. It was just the beginning of the harvest season so luckily the sky was not covered in a blanket in clouds, blocking out the sun. As they made their way out of the forest Bliss tried to soak up the heat from the sunlight. It did not help that the man holding her captive on the horse was wearing steel armor, however, there was one place she felt heat radiating from that she was all too aware of, cursing her Succubi nature for taking pleasure in it.
As they made their way through the streets of Perlance people stopped and stared. Her wet dress did little to hide her body which caused one man who had been holding a basket of apples to gap openly at her and drop
