The rustle of fabric and the jingle of bone ornaments marked the approach of the oily-skinned native woman with clear orders to pleasure Kaiden.
Her steps were unsteady, each one filled with tension that trembled through her bare legs. She was doing her best to smile at him seductively, but in the eyes of Kaiden, who was accustomed to genuine female expressions, dead set on seducing him, he could tell it was a forced one.
Her expression was one of fear and desperation.
Kaiden's eyes locked onto hers. Her gaze pleaded without words.
'Please, accept me…'
He understood instantly.
She didn't want this. But she was told to. Her opinion on the matter was irrelevant.
A soft, strangled whisper came from beside him.
"... Taigi?"
