He lifted her up with his one arm, pressing her against the wall. She was young, just married perhaps. Thankfully none of the plagues had touched her too harshly to scar her skin. Langdon had a fondness for healthy appearances. Hers was clearly eye catching, outside of a few bruises here and there.
Life's harsh, he thought.
He stared into her eyes, watching her fear. Or could it be excitement? He smiled at her, Fear of excitement, least her man hears us. His smile revealed his teeth, and her excitement fled like so much morning dew. Langdon did not care, fear was more than morsel enough.
With his free hand he started unlacing her bodice, revealing her full breasts. She'd had at least one child, her wide hips and full figure would never do on a peasants yearly feed without such a conside
