The Mysterious Masked Merchant
The courtyard was quiet at the inn. The silence was broken only by the occasional bird call. As the sun rose over the nearby mountains, the sound of boots crunching nto the ground could be heard. A mysterious masked woman crept along the walls of the courtyard, peeking furtively around at her surroundings. Her fine, albeit scant clothings marked her as a merchant, but the feathered mask she wore belonged in the finest of court balls.
She took one long look around the courtyard. Finding it sufficiently empty for her needs, she leaned back against the sunlight wall and began unbuttoning her sturdy merchant clothes. Her concealing mask was placed off to the side, and she danced a slow and sensual dance as the sun rose.
The dance was erotic and magical - there was certainly something afoot in the air, but perhaps it was not as nefarious as I first thought. As her dance rose in intesity, more clothes were shed until she was fully nude. Her large breasts were a stunning counterpoint to her golden hair and lithe body. I suppose that I was too taken back by the site of her body, for she spotted me and ducked behind a curtain. She sang a strange incantation and opened a portal. With a flash, she stepped through it.
The magical traces showed that she transported herself to the north. But the only thing north was the Bare Maiden Manor. What was her business there..?
