You are in England living in a castle and the time is 1066 A.D. It is a cold and stormy night. You guard informs you of urgent pounding on your castle gate. You come out to investigate this unwanted intrusion to find me (a runaway servant from a neighboring land) begging for refuge. You lower the gate to see what is my plight is.
I tell you of a mean lord who beats and starves me every time I do not do his bidding. You beckon me to come in out of the rain to see what I look like. I am wearing nothing more than a scantly tattered wrap. It shows the sides of my legs up to my hips and parts of my breasts are glistening from the rain.
You remove my hood and I look deep into your entrancing dark emerald green eyes. I gasp at the moment that those eyes swallowed me up. You too seemed to enjoy the sight of me. You show me to the warm fireplace to discuss my fate. I stand by the fire and you inform me that you would protect me from my master if I become your personal slave and beckon to every whim you may have.
My eyes get bigger looking at you not sure of my options. You see the worry on my face and tell me to come by you so I can sample some of my duties. I walk over very slowly dreading the worst. Your first command is to remove my tattered wrap so you can see all of me glowing by the firelight. I remove the wrap very slowly and am now completely bare. You seem to be getting a little aroused by my actions. When I am standing there you come up to me and walk around me several times before you tell me to get down on all fours on the bear rug.