A Goodie Bag for the Happiest Place-ON EARTH!

"I've got a bag..."

"Huh, already?"

"Yeah...I kinda...well...play pretend sometimes. I march up the stairs late at night, feel the warm air coming through the cracks of the Great Gate on my bare naked toesies and then rush back to bed!!!"

"Well, let me guess, this naughty bag is in the naughty dungeon?"

"MMM HMMMM!", Pooky beams in total happiness that some creature in or on Earth is on her very unique wavelength.

"Well, Silvia tosses things out of a chest, intentionally spewing the lewd, ludicrous contents on the hot cobbles of the steamy room, here we go! Better inspect it before we leave..."

"NO!! I CAN DO THAT!"

"TOOO LATE!!!", Silvia giggles as she unbuckles the extra-strength straps.

The bag is, unlike literally everything else Pooky owns, not ornate.

It's by no means cheap, but not even a family crest or seal adorns the high quality leather of the bag.

When the flap is finally flipped Silvia chokes back a laugh.

Pooky must fancy herself a cross between a slut and a soldier!!

Inside is a hand crossbow, very expensive and even experimental with ammunition tucked away like toothpicks in a canister.

Then there are vials, marked in someone's own hand!

"A dark elf warrior's drug issue!! Pep pills, tranquilizer pills, vitamin pills, pain pills, anti-disease pills, and sleeping pills. Oooh, yummy...Four days' concentrated emergency rations... one miniature combination Overworld phrase book and encyclopedia; one hundred platinum in Overworld; one hundred platinum in Underdark; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon pantyhose, EXTRA LARGE!, and a flask of, Silvia unscrews it intending to fake a reaction, but she doesn't have to when the strong scent hits her. It could strip paint of walls or panties off whores!

"Shit, Pooky, a fella' could have a pretty good weekend in Sagev with all this stuff!"

Pooky blushes deeply, but seems relieved Silvia approves or her little pack.

"I'm gonna have to change first. I don't got no panties no mores!", Pooky tries her best/most racist attempt at an Overworld accent and hurls the ruined garment to the wall, the slime of her pussy makes it stick, however, like the ultimate hunting trophy. Both women look at it, then blush, then look at each other before bursting in laughter, hugs, and a few kisses before Silvia stops them.

"At this rate my slave won't see the light until sunrise!! I really want to get you out in the dark, not only will it be easier to slip away for a day, or a thousand, it will be easier for your eyes to adjust. I mean, I'm most worried about that."

"I know, Pooky admits, I here you people can't even look at your own great light."

"Great light?", Silvia questions confuses before answering for herself, "Oh, you mean the Sun!"

"Son, of what God?"

"Sun, not son. I know you don't understand...different kind."

"GODS DAMN YOU!!! Why does Overworld have so many homophones!"

"Why does the Underdark have so many homophobes?"

"Touche...but I think it's because our numbers are SOOO small, there are only like 1,500 of us."

"Fif---fifteen hundred?!", Silvia asked, shocked that a population of the Capital's highschool has more people than this unseen Empire.

"Yeah, and I'm like the best warrior!!! Can you imagine!"

"Yeah, I think I'm starting to be able to, but we better get out of here before sunrise!

So the two women bounded up the back steps, but this time Pooky didn't turn back, she was pushed over the barrier and into the fresh air.