Esmik and Ibera are out for

Ibera and Esmik proudly march (well, waddle really) down the street, their heads held high as they try (and fail) to look dignified in the empty barrels.

The street is a lot emptier than it was just fifteen minutes ago, but the two nobles certainly succeed in turning the heads of the handful of people out and about.

Of course, this time the looks they receive are ones of pity and schadenfreude instead of envy and lust. And the hushed whispers they overhear this time are rude comments about their appearance, or just people laughing at them.

"Musta done bad playing cards!"

"Or they ate all the food in those barrels and got stuck!"

"J-just ignore them!" Esmik tells her companion as she nervously stops to adjust her barrel. Every step the chubby woman takes causes her barrel to rub up against her big, soft belly, or her enormously fat ass, and with how sensitive her skin still is after her misfortune in the bath and her spanking at the inn...

"You know, that white girl don't look bad for 60..."

The 19 year-old Esmik's heart breaks and her cheeks blush a little redder as a stray strand of her gray hair falls in front of her face. She's been gray as a mule since she was 15 (her mother told her it is genetic, but Esmik isn't convinced), but never let anyone see her like this until today. And now that her most shameful secret has been revealed to the world, the reactions have been pretty much what she expected.

"Um... Ezzie?" Ibera quietly asks.

"WHAT!?" Esmik snaps back. She's on the verge of tears.

"Is that the spa?" Ibera nervously responds.

The two look up to see a burning pile of rubble. Two familiar-looking and very upset elves stand nearby, talking to an official-looking person while a large crowd stands about, watching it all unfold.

"Um... m-maybe we should go..." Ibera says as she slowly backs away.

"Y-yeah..." Esmik agrees, when Tina, the younger (half) elf points in there direction.