They pose for the crowd and Petra loses her skirt

Anna never specified that they had to pose for the crowd, but Petra thought did it anyway. It Adds more dazzle to her job.

While Petra proudly displays herself like a model, Shez follows shyly behind, one hand gripping the purple bush on her crotch, the other somehow trying to cover the crack on her ass.

Petra kept walking around town, the road her catwalk. One pose had her stretching her arms above her head, her proud Brigid's chest shoved forward. In another one she is bent over her waist, her royal crack poking out behind her skimpy skirt.

One of the other merchants covers his mouth as he's glancing and blushing. “Oh, I'm sorry... I hope I'm not being rude. This is just …you are both beautiful!”

Petra is flushing red, and she giggles. “Do not be afraid! Thank you for thinking me beautiful! Shez is beautiful too!”

“I don't know how can you pose like that. I'm blushing just keeping up!” an astonished Shez said. “Gotta say, I'm a bit jealous. At least you have those leaves covering your crotch. I'm butt naked here.”

Petra walks and poses more, enjoying being the star. “Thank you! But I am not naked, I am wearing leaves. My people of Brigid are used to being nearly naked like this. I think this makes me a bit shy, but I have pride in my culture!”

“Ehmm. Glad you think that way, because, err, Petra. The wind is making your loincloth flutter…”

Almost as if it was the work of magic, a strong gust of wind flew across the village, pushing Petra's skirt up. The leaves were covering her belly button more than her hairy crotch. One by one, they were plucked away from the vine tied around Petra's waist, the skirt slowly losing its material until…

“And there it goes. Now we are both butt naked…”