I was wearing a long yellow dress with a blue shirt over the top, as well as a large white hat. It was a hot sunny day as Abigail Illiova and I were sitting outside the front of the cafe.
"Things are not what they used to be, are they?" I said as Abby carefully cut some cake with her spoon.
"What do you mean?"
"Since our treaty with the elves has taken effect, I feel like I see elven fashion everywhere. I've heard pretentious twits dropping elven in their speech. Even John was saying 'ill-varina' the other day!"
She laughed, and I felt triumphant. "John always did jump on trends quickly."
"That's what I mean! John shows where the winds will blow."
"What do you think it'll mean?"
"I think we're going to see more elven sluts around the place. And human sluts dressing like elves. We'll be the last respectable women."
She looked at me oddly. "You think women will start, I don't know, walking around naked?"
I laughed hysterically. "Perhaps! Perhaps!"
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I was naked. My hands were tied behind my back. My captor was leading me through a winding path in the forest. We had been heading uphill very gradually for days - as if he wanted to get somewhere in particular in the hills but didn't want to overexert his horse getting there.
What surprised me the most was how goddamned horny I was. I hadn't been able to touch myself since this whole humiliating escapade started - not just because my hands were restrained at almost all times, but because I never had any privacy. Hah! Privacy. My mind would often wander back to the time when I was allowed to wear clothes - the Before time. It only made me feel more naked. I felt air on my skin where previously I would feel cloth.
We came up to village wall. I heard it before I saw it: whistling. Actual, factual wolf whistling. I looked up and saw people in guard towers by the gate into the village.
"Hey there, beautiful!" called down a gruff voice. "Nice tits!"
"Bet I could make you scream in six seconds!" cried out another voice.
