"I've got this one, Mara," another voice pipes in, and this time I can see the woman's face, though that's not the most startling aspect to her. She's wearing tight black leather, which matches the shade of her black hair perfectly. Stiletto shoes give her some added height, and in her right hand is a coiled whip.
"Yes, Mistress," Mara bows to the other woman, and scuttles away.
"I'm just looking for the innkeeper," I tell the other women, slightly afraid of her.
She laughs almost wickedly before answering, "You're in luck then, for you've found her." She taps the coiled whip against her left hand as she ponders me. "You look like you can handle quite a bit." Her brown eyes regard me hungrily, and I even see her lick her lips.
