Aella tried to ignore him, but her tongue wouldn't allow for silence.
"Things like this might be usual for a man like yourself," she went on, nose to the air. "But as a lady and a daughter to the Duke of Hellvion, rules are to be upheld, there is a certain etiquette and-" As she rounded the bend her words got gargled inside her throat as she nearly ran, quite literally, into another person.
"Oh, forgive me I-" But her words fell short when the taller, burly and heavily bearded fellow turned around. And she was so close she could smell the alcohol, even over the heavy scent of body odor, urine and smoke. And the way the man's grey eyes looked her over, like some starved beast...
She found herself taking a step back, her heart fluttering with a chill of fear as her mind went completely blank.
"I take apologies only in the form of payment from one's body." Again, his eyes took her in with hunger. "For men.." he went on, looking up into her eyes, "I take fingers, toes, or if they're unlucky, their heads. But women.." Here, he smiled, exposing a row of rotting teeth. "Women I only wish to sample but one piece." And before Aella knew what was going on, his large hand closed over her smaller one and she was drawn clean up against the nasty, scratchy and awful smelling ratty clothes of his as his other hand went south and was shoved between her dress.
And Aella had absolutely no idea what to think or do, frozen in the moment as the man just about hefted up her skirts.
