Chapter 47 - Missing Appetites

The room Belladonna had been assigned when she got here was just as empty as she had left it this morning --- not that it would make sense for anyone else to be here.

A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as her hands unrolled the rolled-up sleeves of her green knee-length gown - she had done it that way earlier for the ease of the crafting of those custom goods for the sale at the Trade Feast.

She struck a match and lit a candle; although she preferred the darkness for what she was about to do, she just had to ensure that she was absolutely alone and the doors were locked and the windows were shut.

Then she put off the candle and got rid of her dress. Laying on the puff-up straw-woven mat she had prepared before leaving in the morning, she closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to run wild with lustful images.

Her fingers skimmed lightly over her exposed thigh.

Up and down, up and down, and again.

Butterflies fluttered in the depths of her stomach at the sensual touch, her cor