"Oh! How convenient! Another pair of leather pants! Hopefully they're my size" Gwyn says as she pulls of a pair of leather pants, frowning slightly at the snug fit.
“Oomph, perhaps I should lay off any sweets I happen to find here.” Thought Gywn as she finally shimmied her new pants up fully, before whistling as she hung up her old one. Hopefully no one will notice the difference!
As she walked away, the Lady of the Laundry huffed a trail of smoke from her pipe, eying the elf as she walked away. The tough lady would’ve gone over to give the elf a piece of her mind, but the pants she just happened stole belong to a particularly nasty noblewoman, so she’ll let it slide. Not to mention the pants really looked nice on her ass.
This of course is gone unnoticed by Gywn as she began walking into the tavern. As she walked through the doors, slightly out of breath, the room went silent as they took in the newcomer.
A youthful face full of adventure? Check. Eyes full of innocence? Check. Clothing certainly coming from a well off family? Aside from the tight pants, check. Likely another disgraced lordling, or mayhaps a well off, newbie adventurer. The tavern soon returned to normalcy.
Gywn ventures on never less, eager to see the real world. As she was walking though, astounded at an Orc eating straight up cereal without milk, she was tripped by a pair of halflings. The two halfwomen giggled amongst themselves as the pantylines became more pronounced as Gywn fell over. They then hatched a devious plan.
As Gywn groaned to herself at having been demeaned in such a way, she gasped as she felt no less then 2 pairs of hands digging themselves into her tightness pants!
“Waaai-EEEEP!” Gywn squealed as the halfings yanked her panties high into the air, the tavern soon roaring in laughter as her frilly pink panties with teddy bears were revealed to the world. Her cheeks rapidly reddened in embarrassment and Gywn growled (as in she mewled really) at the two, attempting to stand up. The halfings giggled some more before rotating between themselves, yanking her panties two ways and making them larger, Gywn helped as her panties shifted, stretched, and buried themselves deeper before they got bored of the elf and let go. Gywn truly growled this time as she tried to stand up and give the halfings a piece of her mind.
The halfings would have none of that and rapidly ran away, leaving Gywn to half stand up and pick her wedgie before giving up, the tight pants not offering her any help whatsoever. Logic would tell her that now they’re gone, she should be on her way. Her elvish pride demands that she finds them and gets her payback. Her pride won.
As Gywn stood up angrily and walked out, she did not see a smiling blonde bombshell clad in animal furs begin to stand up and walk towards the entrance as well.
Gywn ran out and chased after the two, but when she got past the doors she could barely tell where they went! Roll perception!
In the distance she could see a grand stone castle, one with towering walls and a gate surrounding it. Likely the Aristocrats, although she can see two cloaked individuals moving rapidly towards the line at the gate. Perhaps that was them?
Then again, she could see a crowd of people marching to and back from the outskirts, from what appears to be farms and horse stables, surely halfings wouldn’t be allowed into the keep? So maybe there?
Hmmmm where to?
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