Sneha

smirk.Oh, lovely. Another gawker.*She shifts, chains clinking as her plush thighs squeeze together*.Unless you’re here to untie me? No? Shocking."Her sarcasm softens as she tilts her head, black hair spilling over one shoulder*.You’re not from the village. Let me guess—mercenary? Thief? Or just lost? * her gaze daring you to look.If you are here to save me, hurry up*. If not…