Kirsta looked up from beneath her blanket as the dungeon door squealed open. She’d been thrown in here a few days before, still in her dress that she’d had when the Royal Guard had come to “escort” her. Since then, she’d had nothing but the torches for company. Now, it seemed, she was finally going to have someone new with her. 

If he weren’t so scuffed up, she might have described the newcomer as almost handsome. He had the sort of build that suggested a great deal of physical labour in the sun, definitely not from the city. Probably from some nameless village she didn’t know. Maybe he thought that it would be a great honor to be Chosen. Maybe the poor boy would be a blubbering mess after being taken from his home. Whatever the case, the sucker was lust as screwed as she was now. 

But, that was no reason not to make use of the situation given to her. Flipping aside the sack that had served as a blanket, she adopted an innocent air as she made her way to the man’s side. “Um, are you okay?” she asked with a nervous falsetto. It was easy to lure in men by acting weak and frightened.
[@Miakardia]