Chapter 12: Rose’s Lie

The next three days were uneventful as Rose waited for the wagon to the capital to return. Each day, she ventured into the town with different colors of skin, eyes, and hair. It had changed so much and looked so convincing that she was starting to forget what her red hair looked like. Every afternoon, she ate with Ivan, who paid for their food by some unknown means. When she returned to the Inn each evening, she reported to a guest’s room and made him cum before hurrying back to her own.

Rose also spent some time exchanging one-handers to increase her wardrobe with clothing. In exchange for a pair of boots, Rose spent much of the day naked in the man’s shop while she polished shoes. All in all, she felt productive and much more prepared to begin the next leg of her journey. With the sun on the far side of the sky, Rose made her way through the streets toward where she agreed to meet Ivan.

She stopped where a smaller street connected to the main one. A very strong, familiar scent filled her nose, but she couldn’t tell what it was. She turned and walked down the small street as the urge to solve the mystery grew inside her mind. Suddenly, the scent was gone, and Rose walked in a circle, trying to find it again. Just then, a large hand firmly covered her mouth while a strong arm carried and dragged her through a doorway. Rose tried to scream, kick, and get away, only to find herself tied to a chair.