The young woman on the table had long black hair that flowed down past her shoulders, but she was unconscious and looked as if she were sleeping peacefully, so no one bothered to disturb her. She wore a simple cotton dress, made of fine linen and embroidered at the hem in dark reds and blues. Her face had a delicate appearance, although it seemed as though she might have some strength beneath her delicate bones. The young man who had been working on her was not sure what else to call her. He couldn't remember the last name, and he couldn't remember ever seeing her before, either.
He sighed softly. "Well… I hope you don't mind being kidnapped for a few days while I work on your problem." His hands went under her skirt. When he found that she was still dressed, he began pulling at the front of her dress until her underwear fell apart and the top two buttons were undone.