No one else was in sight, so I stopped and backed into the deepening shadows. As she passed, I said, “You are Muiri, correct?”She jumped, startled...by my voice coming from the dark. “Yes?” She seemed ready to flee if need be. My next words caused her to relax a bit.“You have summoned us. I am here in response to the Dark Sacrament.”“Oh, wonderful!” She glanced around quickly, to make sure we weren’t overheard. “I need you to kill Alain Dufont. I’m from Windhelm, I was like a daughter to the. My mother lifted the palms of her hands towards my face and allowed them to brush the outline of my veil, as though anything more than the lightest touch would cause it to disperse into fine white powder and drift away into eternity. She stood back a little, clasped her hands together and pressed them into her chest, as though in supplication to the goddess of proud moments. “Faith,” she said, “you look... absolutely stunning, my darling! Roger is going to be so proud of you.” I turned. She had plans for those for later. She stood up to look at him, trying to make him feel uncomfortable wondering what she had planned.When she left the room, he tried in vain to get loose, but she knew her knots. He was not going anywhere. He looked up when he heard her return and was shocked to see how she was dressed. She loved the shocked look on his face. She had changed into a red soft leather corset that rode high on her hips and low on her breasts.She sauntered over to the bed and gently. She looked almost of the same age as me, say about 25. She had an enchanting personality. Her boobs were partially visible over her deep-neck top. Her figure was so curvaceous; any man on this planet could fall in love with. What a hot lady sitting next to me in such a cold night. Such a wonderful contrast was enough to arouse sexual desires in any man.As the night was progressing, temperature was dropping even further. Soon, I realized that the lady was shivering from cold.“Coffee?” I asked.