Skyrim Princess - Vilja - 67

The Forsworn woman waited for Julia to show signs that she was regaining consciousness before sitting on the floor next to her. She stared at Julia's face, hating her from the depth of her being. When she finally spoke, she spoke softly, in a voice filled with deadly purpose.

"I know you may not be able to hear me, but what I've got to say needs to be said, whether you can hear me or not."

"I learned from the men at the wagon that your name is Julia."

The woman paused to collect her thoughts.

"I hate you, Julia. I want to make that clear before I begin. I'm sure you don't care if I hate you or not, but it's important to me that you know it."

"Now that is out of the way, I want to talk to you - woman to woman."

"Are you a virgin, Julia? I'm thinking that you probably are. You're the kind of woman who would be saving herself for marriage. To give yourself to the one you love, body and soul. on your wedding night."

"Have you ever had a man, or in your case, another woman, touch you...there? I'm sure you haven't."

"I know how sensitive your stockinged feet are. But you know, the same pantyhose that covers your feet covers your...more intimate places, too."

"You are probably wondering where I am going with all this. You're a smart girl. I'm sure you've figured it out."