Peach Sold to Traders
After many days of traveling through the badlands, the raiders take Peach to a trading camp. The traders buy her and soon begins yet another long journey.
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Messala: Rabid Sakarite Cultist 03
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Inara and Adja 02
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((((Male Focus, Boy)))), 1boy, teenage boy, pointy ears, blue eyes, blonde hair, blonde sidelocks, brown hood, hood up, cloth gag, gagged prisoner, kidnapped, discreet prisoner, looking around, sideways glance, blushing, flustered, embarrassed, walking, mid-stride, unbound legs, bandaged ankles, feet visible, ((Big Cape)), (((brown cloak covering entire body except feet))), (((cloak covers arms but not outer arms))), ((((entire body covered by the canopy, only the feet are visible)))), arms concealed, adult male pirates, pirate captors, medieval market village, fruit stalls, wooden boxes, stacks of crates, crowds of villagers, full body shot, eye level
An eye-level full shot captures the ((((Male Focus, Boy)))) being marched covertly through a crowded medieval village market. The teenage youth has pointed elven ears and blonde sidelocks framing his face from beneath a deep brown hood, with wide blue eyes darting sideways in intense flustered embarrassment over a taut cloth gag bound securely across his mouth. Draped over his shoulders is a weathered ((Big Cape)) of coarse survivor wool, a wide (((brown cloak covering entire body except feet))) where the (((cloak covers arms but not outer arms))), keeping his arms and hands completely obscured within the heavy textile drape so that the ((((entire body covered by the canopy, only the feet are visible)))). His legs are completely unbound, moving in a natural forward stride across the cobblestones, exposing only his bandaged ankles and bare feet each time the hem lifts. Two burly adult male pirates in rough nautical garb flank him closely, one guiding him with a concealed grip against the cloaked back to prevent suspicion. Stacks of wooden boxes, weathered crates, and fruit stalls piled with produce line the thoroughfare, surrounded by bustling villagers under canvas awnings. The trailing wool hem kicks up faint plumes of dust from the sunlit stones with each hurried step. Humiliated tension.
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