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The native nodded nervously as she rubbed her ankles together in an effort to get some blood flowing again, wincing as the rope was tugged on firmly and her breathing restricted for a moment until she sped up her pace to follow behind the black haired woman.  Of course, she had intended on seeing Cait, but this wasn't how she intended for this to work out.  Seems like she lost, [i]again.[/i]  Charlotte would see the other girl blush and look down embarrassed as she followed behind, the rope needing to be tugged periodically to keep her from slowing down from the sheer discomfort of the entire situation.

Honestly she was just happy to not be blindfolded at this point, peering up periodically to look at the scenery in case she needed to remember it.  [color=pink]"... I ... I promise not to run away if that's where we are going.  Could you undo the bonds before we enter?"[/color]  Aislinn gave her captor the best pleading eyes she could manage, hoping her request wouldn't result in the other woman becoming too angry or tugging on the rope.  It was already hard enough to walk without the balance of one's arms while shuffling along awkwardly with her feet.  Being even more short of breath wouldn't help.