The dark haired intruder embraced Amara from behind, slipping one of his hands underneath her garments to caress the young woman's flat navel. He breathes her vanilla scent, and rolls his tongue on her neck, prompting Amara to struggle. She pushes the man's hand off her mouth before smacking his face.
"Woah, woah." The man held her waist steady, and was closer than ever. He smiles at her, "Do you really think that moving around so much is the best course of action for you?"
A gust of wind passes and assaults the young woman's dress. That's when Amara realizes: she's standing on the ledge of the arena's royal box! She looks down. It was too high! If she falls right there, there's no way she'll survive. Amara stammers, "W-What are you doing?! Get me out of here!"
"You're as bossy as ever
