Go look for Evellyn in the alley

Vanessa is grinning ear to ear. "I live for this kind of thing," she says, face alive with happiness as she watching Evellyn fumble her way out through the doorframe into the alley behind the tavern. "She's so prim, isn't she? And she gets so angry when you make her lose her dignity, no matter how many times you ake her lose it. It's like a bottomless reservoir of indignation. Anyway, what are you going to do now? Check out that artificer, I assume?"

"Yes I suppose I should. This is supposed to be a work-trip. All the fun is purely incidental," you grin slyly at Vanessa.

"I always argue in favor of mixing bussines and pleasure. Good luck, hopefully we'll meet again... maybe compare notes and workmethods," she replies. "That last move was quite... creative"

"It's been a delight." You stuff the bundle of Evellyn's clothes in your pack, and casually wander off to find Evellyn in the alleyway behind the tavern. It doesn't take you long to locate her, as she's blindly and aimlessly stumbling through the alleyway a couple feet from the door, straining against the bondage and muffling with furious anger and indignity, occasionally bumping tits-first into the walls or nearby crates.