Sticks panted, shivering. She felt her mind under seige from panic and, yes, even arousal. She let that part have her body while she walled off a bit of her mind to think clearly. She needed to survive, even if that meant being pounded in the tavern like some loose wench. On the other hand, there was no guarantee, so she wracked her brain for leverage. None came to mind.
Her eyes rolled open, inevitably attracted to the teasing displays of skin. She had a brief vision of that chest pushing against hers, those thighs holding hers apart while that cock... A low groan of frustration mingled with fear escaped her throat and she bit her lip hard enough for a small drop of blood to run down her tear-streaked cheek.