This woman was probably twenty-five or twenty-six years old, whose delicate features accompanied by a panicked expression gave off a strange sense of beauty. She was certainly a beauty, and her figure wasn't bad either. Her full chest and curvaceous hips could tempt any man's eyes and of course, what she was wearing now was pretty sexy too.
A red garter dress that only reached the top of her thighs, bared her shoulders and fair collarbone. Black garter stockings were wrapped around both her beautiful legs. Perhaps due to her escape in the dense forest, her stockings were now teeming with holes, revealing large patches of skin, as if they'd been torn by thugs.
She was like a startled rabbit at this moment, curling up her body against the tree trunk, staring anxiously at her surroundings.
