hopeless wanderer

though she was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh, she'd keep her body to herself unless invited. going into her third year due autumn, she had plenty of fun on the way here and even before that. what her family didn't know didn't hurt them. they had still thought she was a precious pure, untainted one still. a blushing bride. that they had matched her up with some lovely man that wanted her untarnished. it would have been amusing to stick around for her 'wedding night' to see his shock. though Desdemona was far from damaged goods. she'd call it experience.

the man before her did seem a bit charmed, which was good. though she wondered how far to play it, or if she would be pushing her luck. deciding not to get into trouble during her travels - at least so far - Desdemona would dip her head instead. a show of gratitude. she appeared outwardly meek, a breathless chuckle escaping her. "I fled an arranged marriage" which was true "and have come here for a new life. I admit that I didn't really think it through. but the man I was to be wed to... he was quite a brute, or so I've heard."

liar. the man had been smitten with her and promised to give her anything her heart desired. it was dreadfully dull. she needed a bit of excitement, of danger. "but enough about my sad story. what of you?"