Follow the small group.

“Let’s see if we can pick off the smaller group,” Myria whispered. The others nodded in agreement, and they began to carefully creep round the edges of the large chamber, avoiding the prison cells and trying to ignore the orgy going on in its centre. They reached the side passage, and moved down it fast and silently, Cecilia trailing behind as she tried not to make too much noise with her armour.

Fortunately, the task of herding their convoy of dazed, naked women made the Toads even slower, and ensured that they were too distracted to notice the adventurers shadowing them.

As the group watched, one of the women moaned and fell to her knees, reaching for one of the Toads. Its wide mouth grinned as she took its long cock in both hands, and it coiled its talons in her blond hair as she began to lick the head.

Then the other Toad croaked a rebuke, and it hurriedly pushed her away. While about the same size as its companion, the second Toad was clearly older. Its face was painted in an intricate mask, and it wore a crude leather belt around its belly. Dew almost gasped as she saw the items hanging round the belt, and suddenly sensed the magic coming from them. This frogman was clearly a magic user, and its power, while crude, might be enough to challenge her own elven arts.

But in this enclosed tunnel, there was too much chance of even a whisper carrying. She couldn’t warn the others. She could only hope they would be cautious, as she suspected they might have been safer with the six Toads behind them.

Ignoring her lust-crazed entities, the younger Toad pulled the woman to her feet and hurried her along with a slap to her plump arse. Whatever the Toads had planned for these women, it wasn’t just their usual orgy – and that thought alone was enough to worry the adventurers.

The Toads led their women into the next room. Softly, the group followed.