The Woman From Rodundrah

The devilish bare pale skin of an unused virgin woman was tempting to the eyes of young men. Covered in nothing but a
thin nightgown made of fine carnation coloured silk that if you looked close enough you could see her tender breasts right through it. It was a cool morning in Rodunrah and Khae was covered in bruises and cuts from the fight her and Rob had
the night before. She wanted nothing more than to get away from this place. Only for a night, just to be by herself for the
day. She just wanted some room to breathe.