"I've seen you around, little one, and you're not getting away this time!" The woman, plump with fair skin and long red hair, exclaimed, marching up to Jeff.
"Huh-wha-?" Jeff began to utter confusedly, attempting to run away.
"Oh no, you're not escaping me!" The woman said, grabbing Jeff's wrist. Jeff was jerked forth by the sudden stop, and dropped the stone talisman, which clattered along the ground. Then, she felt herself pulled away. Jeff looked up, and saw the the woman walking towards the exit of the alley, bringing Jeff with her. The girl attempted to pull her wrist out from the woman's grasp, yet the woman's grasp was iron.
"I would advise you not to attempt to escape, you wouldn't want to be spotted by the guards now, would you?" The woman remarked. Sighing, Jeff supposed she wouldn't. The girl stopped resisting, and walked alongside the woman compliantly.
"Very good." The woman praised, and lead Jeff out from the alley. The two headed down several streets, eventually coming upon a two story house. The woman opened the door to a small table and kitchen, with a fireplace off to the right and a flight of stairs a bit beyond that. A girl who looked around the age of 17 or 18 was working at the kitchen, and turned to look at the woman and girl who entered.
"Hello there Marebelle, would you mind running a bath for this one?" The woman asked. The girl, Marebelle, nodded, set down her tools, and ascended the stairs. The woman sat Jeff down on one of the chairs at the table, and resumed the work that Marebelle had left. Jeff looked around the room, taking it in more fully as she heard water begin to flow on the floor above her. Eventually, Marebelle returned to the ground floor.
"Alright, come up now for your bath." Marebelle said to Jeff. The girl looked uneasily at Marebelle, who held out her hand.
"Don't worry, I won't bite." Marebelle reassured. Jeff, while still uneasy, slowly moved to Marebelle and took the older girl's hand. Marebelle lead Jeff up the stairs and into a room with a wooden tub, a wooden sink basin, a cloudy mirror, and a small table. Steam rose out from the water in the tub, and there were several bottles along the far side of the tub.
"Alright, time to get those rags off." Marebelle said, removing the hair tie that held up Jeff's ponytail. Jeff moved back away from Marebelle, blushing at the idea of removing her clothes.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll look away." Marebelle apologized, turning around. Jeff stared at Marebelle's back, making sure that the older girl wouldn't turn around. Once that Jeff had reassurance that Marebelle would keep her word, she first sat down at unwound her footwraps, leaving the festering cloth on the floor, and then pulled off her ragged dress. Staring down at her body, Jeff was shocked at how small, dirty, and foreign her body truly was. Forcing her eyes away from her body, Jeff eventually stepped into the washtub. The warmth of the water immediately soothed Jeff's nerves, and she sunk fully into the water, leaning her head against the side of the tub.
"Alright, so am I okay to turn around now?" Marebelle inquired.
"Y-Yeah." Jeff responded, surprised at how high and squeaky her voice was. The girl's eyes closed, and she heard Marebelle open one of the bottles, pour its contents, and then started scrubbing Jeff's hair. The pure bliss of the sensation was undescribable, and Jeff's eyes rolled back into their sockets at the feeling. And then...