Gilligans words faded as he beheld the wonder before him. There stood what could only be described as vision of elegant carnality. A woman draped in a tattered silk evening gown. A garment that was held together seemingly, by decency and modest alone. Though truly, the modesty itself was left wanting. The thin evening gown accentuated her feminine curves in a way that purposefully drew the eye. Her skin, pale as ivory, glowed in the moonlight. Her long blonde hair blew freely in the evening breeze. She held herself in a way that bespoke both vulnerability and confidence.

[color=red]"Sorry to trouble you kind sir. My carriage was attacked by a pack of wolves in the middle of the night. I have but no other place to go. Would it trouble you so if I were to stay the night?"[/color] she asked.

She batted her eyes at Gilligan in a slow and suggestive manner. Her eyes, Gilligan noticed, were of a bright shade of jade. His heart began to beat rapidly.

Was Gilligan willing to extend his hospitality to this mysterious stranger?