Let’s take her outside

Narza shakes off her dizziness and begins thrashing against her bonds, but it isn’t getting her anywhere. She’s trying to scream what vaguely sound like muffled obscenities, unintelligible due to the gag, so Evellyn makes sure to secure the gag even more tightly: No reason to listen to empty threats. It’s tied firmly behind Narza’s head beneath her wild ponytail, even as she struggles about in protest. The gag ends up tucked nice and snug behind her tusks… nature’s helpful way of keeping it in its place and prevent it from slipping.

Evellyn puts a loose piece rope around the half-orc’s neck to serve as a leash (better safe than sorry with a musclebound brute like this), before pulling her to her feet. The half-orc’s attempts at resistance come to little, except to make her humongous tits bounce around, and her face is red with rage and humiliation alike, so much so that the natural green skincolor is hardly visible in places. Evellyn gleefully regards her new prisoner, overcome with a petty satisfaction at the punishment she’s inflicting. Unbecoming of a knight perhaps, but she’s starting to see the appeal of this, and why the thief would keep doing this over and over and over, day in day out. With a tug at the leash Evellyn directs Narza to make her way out the door. ”Narza the nudist… has a nice ring to it,” Evellyn muses.

As the fuming, blushing shopkeep makes her way outside Evellyn turns towards a shadowed section close to the doorframe, and reaches out a hand to grab the half-elf huntress’ leash and pull her outside as well: ”And don’t think I forgot about you either, vagabond!”