"Well, it doesn't sound all that exciting, but I'm sure there's adventuring work that needs doing." Gwyn muses to herself as she wanders towards the northwest road. The sun is beginning to hang low in the sky as she continues her journey, the number of travelling people slowly lowering in number as she passes by wheat field after wheat field.
Wait a second, that's a lot of wheat.
"Isn't this place called Corn? There isn't a single corn stalk for miles!" Gwyn complains about the irony, but continues on anyway.
As the sun begins to set, the town of Corn is just up ahead, and not a moment too soon, as Gwyn's feet have begun to ache from the long day of uneventful walking. Just at the town's borders, the fading light of the sunset reflects off of something shiny on the ground. Fortunately, Gwyn's eyesight is inherited from her elf side of the family, and she easily locks onto the object.
Its a Gold Coin!
One gold coin is worth 10 silver coins, which in turn are worth 10 copper. While it seems like quite a bit, it would be enough for food and board for a night. So its still a lucky find!
With a gleeful smile, Gwyn skips up to the coin on the floor, eager to fetch her first coin of hopefully many. Just as she bent over to pick it up.
RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPP
Her tight, leather pants split right up the middle, from her groin to the bottom of her waistband, and utterly exposing the bright pink, teddy bear covered undies that she worked, and failed, to hide under her pants.
Critical Fail!
Gwyn's face turns to a brilliant shade of red as her hands clamp back on her butt, feeling both the utterly ruined pants, and the soft pink undies. She quickly puts the coin in her bag, and keeps both of her hands behind her, one hand on each cheek as she carefully waddles into town, praying that nobody is behind her.
She does her best to keep her back to the walls of the buildings as she navigates through town toward the inn, but then her elven eyes spy something that could help her!
A clothes line gently sways in the breeze, bearing a downright odd assortment of clothes hanging from the ropes. Perhaps Gwyn could "Borrow" some clothes from the line, and hopefully make it to the tavern before it gets too late.
1: "I'm sure they won't mind if I just take this. Its small and hardly noticeable" Gwyn quietly convinces herself as she approaches the line and grabs an incredibly short, frilly, pink skirt from the line.
2: "I-is that a maid outfit? W-Well I've honestly always wanted to try one of those on." Gwyn bashfully admits to herself, her blush rekindling as she pulls off the complete outfit.
3: "I think there are some more outfits on there, I just need a better look." Gwyn says as she gets closer to the clothes line.
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