FemBard: ...a suspicious-looking woman.
From Create Your Own Story
"I must admit," the woman says, her voice a deep, sultry tone, "it's hard to surprise me, but this... this did it."
You quickly push yourself to your feet, covering your nudity as best you can while also trying to pull up your pants. The woman before you is slightly shorter than you, with pale skin and a fairly young face, though her true age is betrayed by a distinguished streak of grey in her black cropped hair. "W-who-" you start to stutter, but the woman cuts you off.
"If you'd be so kind as to make yourself modest and leave me be, I'm expecting a somewhat more... male visitor here shortly, with a sensitive delivery," the woman says, spinning around to face the other entrance to the alley. Her black dress flutters elegantly, ever so slightly sheer. Its parts in the front clear to her navel, sporting her sizable cleavage. A gold belt at her waist holds it together, the back of the dress holding tight to her round ass and flattering her thighs.
You finish pulling your pants up and redo your belt as she finishes speaking. "What kind of delivery?" you ask, the haze of your post-orgasm state causing you not to think through the potential consequences of irritating a woman who can seemingly appear in an alley at will.
The woman spins around and levels a finger at you, pulsing with some sort of magical energy. "None of your concern! Now if you would be so kind as to leave!"
Assuming the spell at her fingertip is of the painful variety, you back away slowly, ignoring your still-exposed breasts in favor of not possibly dying. You turn around to leave, but slam into a wall of... something. Warm, a bit hairy. You look up at the source - a half-orc man, bare-chested save for the strap keeping his bag on his back and an odd amulet around his neck. He raises an eyebrow at you, then growls at the other woman. "I said alone, Aellis!"
"No, wait!" the woman says, practically begging. "It's not what it looks like! She was here before I arrived, and then she wouldn'-"
"Dudn't matter! Deal's off!" the big half-orc bellows, turning and leaving.
Aellis brushes past you roughly, pleading with the orc to come back, but he doesn't listen. She turns to you. You don't like the look in her eyes. "You little slut," she growls, grabbing you by the neck. She isn't especially strong, but neither are you, and she is very much angry. She pushes you against the wall. "I needed that trinket," she shouts, furious. "I can't complete the enchantment now! One thousand platinum pieces you've cost me!"
"I'm... sorry..." you manage to say.
"Sorry!?" Aellis roars. "Sorry...!?" she continues to growl, tightening her grip on your throat. Just as you think you're about to pass out, the ground beneath you shudders. Aellis releases you, and together you glance around the corner to see what had happened. An explosion! Curious, and momentarily forgetting your current squabble, the two of you rush closer to the scene. Luckily few around were injured, but the blast was obviously rather powerful. You rush over to an injured person, who is quick to point out your continued toplessness despite bleeding from his leg. Aellis chuckles nearby, picking up something familiar - the half-orc's amulet! It's badly scorched, but seems to be undamaged. She turns to you. "I must apologize, and further, I should thank you," she says. "It would seem the amulet meant for me was rigged. You, my little nympho, may have inadvertently saved my life." She reaches into the small pouch at her side and pulls from it an ornate, jet-black shortsword, clearly far too large to come out of the coinpurse-sized pouch. The blade hums with faint energy as you take it from her. "If you're going to the Fleetswake and would prefer a more suitable reward, find a halfling in a black mask and pink feathers. Show this to him, he'll know what to do."
Before your eyes, Aellis vanishes. You stand, breasts exposed and blade in hand, utterly dumbfounded. By now the city guard is arriving and taking statements, and you realize it's almost time for the celebration. Quietly ducking away, you decide to go ahead and don your "pirate wench" costume. Better than being topless. The party would be starting soon.
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