I tried to run along in the direction the rig was traveling, glimpsing it occasionally through the trees. Most of Hessians evidently stayed behind to ...tend their wounded comrade and look for his assailant.The tall carriage turned onto a narrow lane and soon came to a neat line of white tents near a small stream. I watched from a screen of blackberries as the women were dragged out, casually manhandled, trussed up and shoved into the largest of the tents. I sat, loaded my borrowed musket with. The door opened, and a human woman in a plain frock brought a tray of food in. She said nothing as she set the food down on a small table besides the palette, and she left just as silently. A loud click freed his wrists and ankles, and he groggily arose to examine the meal. It looked and smelled better than found in many taverns in the Realms. But then again, most of the taverns in the Realms were self serve kill-it-and-cook-it. He ate quietly, savoring the thick stew and bread before returning. When I enquired as to whether she had a job she dared me to guess. "Amodel" I said cringingly and she just smiled. "OK I give up, just tellme" I pleaded and for the first time she started to provide some personalinformation. "I'm a counsellor" she explained, "I listen and help youngpeople find their full potential in life." "So you're a life coach" Iretorted to which she shook her head and replied, "it's a bit morecomplicated than that." As I pushed for more she again diverted theattention back. If I can’t be submissive to you, I want to be submissive to him.”“You will be his whenever he want you?”“Yes!”“You will be his bitch?”“Yes! Oh, yes, I will be his bitch!”“Anytime you are naked, you are his.”That last part wasn’t a question. He was telling me. He was affirming a change in the way things were, how they will be. I looked at him. His eyes were on mine. Mine were on fire. His were intent, deliberate, and challenging. He only said three words, “Prove it … now.”A challenge. A command?.