It was a peaceful day. Veronica was doing laundry as usual. She was humming a song while using her legs to wash a hundred clothes. She just started her day. There were ten large buckets of clothes, waiting for their turn. She energetically kicked the clothes. She needed to finish the laundry before lunch.
As if to break the nice atmosphere, someone said, "What's this? The fair maiden is washing our clothes. She might lose her legs like this. Should we give her a hand?"
Veronica paused and looked at the source of the voice. There were five soldiers looking at her. The bulky man in the middle spoke to her. The other four soldiers were smirking as they eyed her hungrily. They were naked to their waists. They seemed to have finished their sword practice.
