More peril

Jorella flees in terror as the harpies advance, failing to notice the crotch of her clothing dissolving as she runs away.

Hunk just sits there dumbfounded, his hands trying, but failing to cover his massive erection. His face is red with arousal and humiliation.

"I think I found what I want," says the bigger (and bustier) of the two harpy women. She has a bandana on her head, and a few pieces of jewelry scattered around her body.

"No fair!" The smaller one whines. "I saw him first."

The bigger one puffs her self up in a show of dominance, and the smaller one cowers. "You can have the other one. She was wearing some shinies. Go after her."

The smaller one doesn't look happy, but nods and flies off to chase after Jorella as she tries to run in her impractical shoes towards the woods.

Meanwhile, the group of harpies on the wagon has started pawing through Jorella's cargo, and has started fighting over who gets which pieces of pretty clothing.

The one that stole Hilda's barrel still flies through the air, excitedly shouting about what she got. Then she looks closer at it, and realizing it's empty, angrily smashes it on the ground and joins her sisters in fighting over the clothing in the wagon.

Amazingly, Hilda has remained undetected, despite being only a few yards away.