Homeless guy

You hear a mechanical clatter approaching, and look up with mixed feelings of hope and trepidation. Hope that whatever is coming will set you free; trepidation that your humiliation will be witnessed and known. You bite your lip, looking towards the approaching sound.

The first thing you see is a laden shopping cart, piled high with salvaged detritus. The man pushing it is almost shapeless in the bulk of the clothes he wears, his head down as he puts his effort into pushing his cart. He doesn't seem to notice the four nubile wenches tied to lampposts, slowly pushing his cart down the path between them, muttering to himself.

A whimper from Brianna attracts his attention. He stops, raising a grizzled head and slowly looking around, his rheumy eyes looking dully at you and your three friends in turn, puzzlement evident on his whiskered face.