C811 The Mysterious Woman

"Please... I'm begging you, let me go..."

The young woman's beauty was striking, her figure lithe and graceful. Her torn garments exposed swathes of her alabaster skin, particularly her impressively long legs that drew covetous gazes.

A group of seven or eight bandits, their eyes gleaming with malice, encircled her, their sinister smiles widening as they closed in.

"Heh, little lady