As she pondered excitedly about where she might be taken she looked down at her clothes and realised she wasn't exactly dressed for doing very much, a...terall, she'd planned a night in with the telly and a tub of ice cream!He glanced at his beautiful girl, despite her tracksuit bottoms and t shirt she still looked hot, it was all he could do to stop himself pulling over and having her then and there, but, he had bigger plans!It soon became evident that they were heading into Central London. . And so she entered. The bar was dark and the air thick with smoke. There was some hiphop music playing. A few thugs sat on bar stools, while others sat alone or in small groups around the tables or booths along the walls. All of them wore something blue. A sign that they belonged to the gang of black thugs that controlled this part of town, and had this bar as their hangout. Behind the counter was a muscular man in a dirty, worn out t-shirt. He had huge biceps and the expression on his face. Watch they're boobs bounce as they run. You'llbegin to feel it." She was right. I started to feel the tug on my shirt.I started to feel the air on my legs. I wanted to look away but Icouldnt. I felt more and more focus. The world faded away and I saw onlythe girls. I didn't even see the game anymore. I saw one with a lighttouch of makeup, her lips a pale but shiny pink. The other I saw herbare legs, fit and petite. The skirts swooshed back and forth, making myeyes follow. I wanted to be like. Noting the time, it would be another hour before she was called to her father’s presence. She hated sitting idly in her chambers. Her unoccupied mind would wonder to the gruesome scenes being played out on the walls of Castle Arrowthorn. The sounds of battle that she had been trying to block from her mind came drifting up to her ears. She could here the sound of steel clashing against wooden shields, the twang of archers bow and worse, the sound of peoples’ screams. She took up her golden harp.