Pretty things are bloody- Part 2

The man who had picked up the woman from the inn had no idea who she was or what she was capable of. The beauty of the woman had blinded the man, losing sight of the basic signal which he would have known if he had seen her closely but the woman was beautiful and her slightly wet hair which was drying after drenching in the rain, her hair sticking to the nape of her neck looked alluring in the man's eyes. 

His tongue peeked out to lick his lips at the sight of her. With her in the carriage now, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes when she pulled the coat from her body. Removing it and placing it down. It gave him the full view of the woman's body where her dress stuck to her like a second skin. 

"Where are you from?" he asked, trying to make a conversation to know more about the woman he had picked.