A Few Dark... Dwarves?

A pale blue light emanated from the hand of a stocky, lavender-skinned woman wearing black leather armor with long silver hair in a braid hanging over her shoulder. On either side of her were two other women with similar skin tones, each wearing brown leather gloves, boots, and baggy uniforms. All three had their gazes turned down toward the hapless trio, though the ones on either side had their faces blocked by rather decrepit and ancient-looking helmets. The center figure held her light close to Takoff's face and glared at her. "What is this?" She said in an understated tone that Takoff could feel was dripping with frustration.

The unfortunate dwarf tried to untangle her limbs from her equally unfortunate companions but only succeeded in getting herself stuck in more embarrassing positions. Hoping to avoid more of an incident, she tried to make her case from the ground. "We-ell..., you urgh see, madam. We oof were just pasSING thro-oooo-ugh... this TUNnel to ge-et these eek ladies AH home. We mean YOU no... no ha-arm."

The dwarvish woman looked at the pile of nudists squirming at her feet. "I don't doubt that. I am curious how you found your way in, however. We closed this tunnel off some time ago."

A green hand shot up from between Takoff's legs, sending a surge of uncomfortable pleasure through the despoiled bounty hunter's loins. "That would be me," Thurkla replied, somewhat muffled by Morgala's ass wedging her head against the cave wall. "I'm a... well, I was a carriage driver, and I've used this tunnel for transport before. I thought, you know, we could use it to get through the mountain."

"A transporter?" The silver-haired woman turned her gaze to the orc confusedly. "Then you should know that the Crack Breaker Guild has had a restriction on this area for over a year."

"Oh..." Thurkla blushed, though no one could see her behind Morgala's cheeks. "I, uh, haven't been here in a while."

Takoff groaned as she pulled her own sizable rear out from the pile, letting out a sharp POP as she slid forward. "We certainly didn't mean to trespass, ma'am. We hope you'll forgive our impedance on your work." Takoff smiled nervously at the dwarves at her flanks, noticing the rusty swords they had strapped to their hips. Normally such tools wouldn't be intimidating to her in the slightest, but being as she was, it was hard to feel safe. As she remembered her state of undress, her hands shot over her breasts, and her legs crossed so as to partially hide her snatch.

The dwarven woman, who Takoff discerned must be in charge to some degree, sighed as she looked among the ridiculous display before her. "I may regret asking this... but why are you three naked?"

All three women blushed a similar shade of crimson. "That's... a long story," Morgala murmured.

This seemed to push the dwarven leader past her patience as she turned to her lackeys and gestured to the nude trio. "Then I'll make sure you have time to tell it to the forewoman." The two guards walked over to Morgala and Thurkla and picked them up off the ground quite easily. Takoff marveled for a moment at their ability to lift the substantially taller elf and orc before she turned to face the lead guard and found a blade turned in her face. "Am I understood?" Takoff nodded vigorously as the dark dwarf smiled. "Good. Follow me."