A Collar for a Hero

Her gaze helplessly arrested at the bar wench's ample cleavage, Ada reaches out for her key and giggles as the wench pulls back, at which she shyly squeezes her thighs and hugs herself, gently rubbing her elbows as she murmurs, "Do I have a choice?"; her cheeks burning crimson as she remains utterly naked and vulnerable in the crowded inn.

------------------ ~ to be continued, mebbe? :o ~ -------------------