Lady Charlene Wakefield

A well-dressed woman wearing fine riding clothes trimmed with red leather comes down the trail on horseback. She comes up to the cabin and stops, halting near the railing to offer an imperious sneer at the two naked women… before she does a double-take: ”Lady… Evellyn?! Is that you? Why, I never! What by the goddess’ grace are you doing here… … in the bare!” Evellyn winces. Of all the people it had to be Charlene Wakefield, one of the other noble ladies at the duchess’ court. Evellyn knew the bitch had always envied her high standing, what an ironic twist of fate to now be discovered in such a decidedly lower standing. Evellyn growled something through her gag.

Charlene playfully stifled a laugh: ”Why, I’m so sorry Lady Evellyn you’re going to have to speak up. Are you in a spot of trouble, dear?”

Evellyn grumbles back something unintelligible, but which seems to indicate the affirmative. Could this day get any worse?

Charlene produces her purse. ”Well, not to worry darling! Lucky for you I’ve got coin to spare. You stay right here and… Oh that’s right, you’re a little tied up at the moment!” Charlene giggles to herself, and walks into the cabin.

Evellyn frowns and sighs into her gag with annoyance. Soon enough Charlene returns with Narza in tow, some coin is exchanged, and the half-orc undoes the ropes keeping Evellyn stuck to the railing. She still leaves her hands bound behind her back though, and instead uses the excess rope to tie a leash around Evellyn’s neck. As soon as this happens Evellyn tries to protest, mumbling through the gag, but is met by Narza’s indifference and Charlene’s taunting grin. ”Oh, so sorry darling, you’ve got a bit of a debt to pay off first, I spent quite a lot of money on you!” Charlene remounts her horse, and heads back the way she came, Evellyn trailing behind her on the leash, gagged, naked and hands tied behind her back, as the cabin and the naked huntress disappear in the distance.