Early the next morning, you're to continue your journey...

The hours of rest weren't all that long...

The distant crowing of a rooster comes from somewhere near the barn adjacent to the house…

Early in the morning, your sleep is interrupted in a most unpleasant way: someone kicks your body, lying on the wooden floor.

Shaking off your drowsiness, you feel pain in your left side from the kick.

And also: pain in the area of ​​your anus...

"Ohhhh... My butt... I can feel it... Gaping, stretched hole... It seems like sperm has dried on the skin of my legs and inside my anus..." you think, slowly perceiving reality after sleep.

Realizing yesterday's events once again plunges your consciousness into sorrowful emotions, laced with self-pity.

Your "cherry" was plucked...

Alas, yesterday this rude human male mercilessly took your anal virginity – now you'll have to live with the knowledge of this irremovable fact.

"I have to go to work! Get out of my house quickly, you fucking half-elven boi-whore!" the angry voice of the owner of this house reaches your ears.

You stand up awkwardly, feeling discomfort all over your body (sleeping on a hard, dirty wooden floor all night was very unpleasant...).

This rude human pleb chases you away, uncontrollably hurling a stream of foul language at you.

You wander down the road again, heading south...

It's early morning, and you are shivering because of the cold. A cool breeze brushes your skin...

And your women's clothing now looks a bit dirty: stains of dried sperm and dirt are clearly visible on your dark green cloth dress and women's wool stockings.

And also: near your lips there is “evidence” of yesterday’s throat-fucking (dried sperm stains)…

Some similar persons walking next to you (or towards you) on the road clearly notice the "peculiarities" of your current appearance.

And it seems these passersby (peasants, peddlers, shepherds...) now perceive your appearance as something... "indecent"...

The looks of human women are permeated with disgust and contempt, while the looks of human men contain a mixture of mocking derision and contempt.

They probably think you're a cheap prostitute traveling the rural highway because prostitution has become problematic in the city for you.

You sob, feeling the pain in your gaping anus with every step, combined with public humiliation.

Disdainful glances from passersby, mocking laughter, greasy jokes...

One big-nosed, bald shepherd, driving a small flock of sheep, smirked and offered you a blowjob: "I'm sure you'll like the taste of my cum, half-elven bitch! For people like you, human male sperm is the best food! Ha! Ha!"

Luckily, you managed to quickly move forward along the road before this guy could do anything worse than insult you...

You recall that during your years working at Tobbin's Tavern, you often faced humiliation. To put it mildly, the residents of Skelweerd clearly weren't "kind" to you (your "career as a tavern cocksucker" is proof of that).

However, now you've fully realized (with your anus and beyond...) that you might be treated worse by the locals. It seems the locals in the surrounding countryside and the outskirts of Onteria hate elves and half-elves much more...

The reasons for this attitude toward your half-elven origin are unknown to you yet...

However, in the future, you intend to ask at least someone about these local "peculiarities"...

So, over your shoulder is a small leather bag on a sling (it contains some food and a couple of flasks of water).

You managed to obtain these supplies "at a high price": you lost your amulet, your dagger, and... your anal virginity.

Over and over, thinking about what happened, you almost bring yourself to tears...

"Perhaps I shouldn't have left Skelweerd after all?" you think as you walk along the highway.

Horrifying images of the past "flash" through your mind: the burning ruins of Tobbin's Tavern, clear signs of some mysterious evil intent that caused this event...

These frightening memories **** you to admit that changing your residence and your "feminine disguise" are justified decisions.

"Someone wanted to harm Tobbin... Chances are good that this villain will also want to harm those who were associated with Tobbin... For example: me... So... I need to find a new home..." you think during one of your short rest stops, while eating stale crackers (the provisions you received are clearly not "the pinnacle of culinary art" or even... something tasty").

You spend almost the entire day walking along the dusty road...

The surrounding area of ​​this fertile region is rich in wheat fields and pastures for cattle.

Smaller roads occasionally branch off from the main trade route (judging by the signs, these roads lead to some of the nearby villages).

You continue walking until late evening falls. When it's clearly getting dark, you sigh wearily and look for a place to spend the night.

Should you sleep outside (for example, in the small grove to the left of the road)?

Or will you look for a more comfortable place to spend the night?

It seems like you can see a large two-story house with light shining through the windows far ahead near the road (tavern? inn?)...