Nothing, leave as she arrived. For some reason she now finds clothing itchy and restrictive

Tala had been uncomfortable in her earlier garments while in the presence of her parents, and even now she shied away at the thought of dressing herself in those uncomfortable, itchy things. And so in the early hours of the morning, her pack slung over her shoulders, Tala left the Norwood residence as she had entered it, without a stitch of fabric marring her silky alabaster skin.

The meager light cast by the moon lit the path ahead just enough for her to see. If she traveled through the night she would probably reach Ordon Village by mid-day. She would travel south along the river through the woods, which led straight to the village at it’s southern delta. Tala wasn't quite sure what she would do when she got there, but she couldn’t stay with her parents. What if she hurt them?

Tala thought of the decision she was faced with. Ekracthul's influence on her was not yet absolute, so there was still time to fight the effects of whatever the eldritch demon had done to her. The problem there was, she didn’t know if she wanted to. The visions she had been shown were too enticing to pass up. But becoming a **** to an ancient, malicious demon?

So torn over her choice was she that by the time she woke from her reverie, over half the distance to Ordon Village had been put behind her. Gentle rays of sunlight kissed the distant horizon and glinted through the trees. Tala glanced down at her pale, nude body, feeling a familiar tingle between her legs.

Not right now, she told herself sternly. Instead she took an apple from her pack and continued on down the forested path, wolfishly munching away.

By the time Ordon Village was in sight, she had made her decision. She would fight against Ekracthul's influence and find a way to subvert the seeds of subjegation the demon had planted in her mind.

Tala stood atop the sunlit hillock—her naked body exposed to the world—overlooking the windswept moors that the people of Ordon Village called home, watching livestock amble through green pastures and coils of smoke waft from nearby chimneys.

Yes, this was where her new life would begin.