She safely finds the shop.

Adjusting the bundle of dangerous weaponry on her shoulder, Lady Naomi had to admit that these dark, musty alleys were a tad creepy. But as a champion of light she had an indomitable will! ...as well as a few tricks up her pauldrons. She whispered a quick prayer to Léoni, the Beacon in the Black, and a delicate light blossomed from the holy amulet sitting comfortably on her breastplate. The delicate glow cast on the alley walls was not powerful, but enough to properly see her surroundings. All the grimy brickwork had to offer was graffiti, but having her little prayers be literally answered by one of her gods always cheered her up.

She took a careful look around her, but all of the alleyways looked basically identical... how best to find the shop? She used the noise of the high street as her compass and laboriously checked each alley until, after quite some time and a few misidentifications, she was fairly certain she had, this time, actually found the shop she was looking for. She politely ended her divine request and the holy light faded, as Naomi carefully leant the equipment she had been through so much for against the alley wall.

Activating her most apologetic smile (just in case she was once again wrong and it was not in fact the shop she was looking for), the paladin placed one gloved hand on the door and pushed it open. Scanning the room as she entered, the naïve warrior's smile died on her face.

Naomi's scan of the cluttered room stopped almost immediately. Her eyes were transfixed by one thing and one thing only. There was her oldest, closest friend in the world, like she'd never seen her before. She was on her back on the stone cold floor, using her incredible athleticism to hold her spread legs in the air, every inch of her muscular body totally on display and drenched in sweat. Naomi had seen her Calli naked before, it was hard to avoid when travelling so long together. But there was a big difference between accidentally walking in on your friend changing their clothes, and seeing this. Cal's chest was heaving, her mouth hung open, tongue flopping as she took hot moaning breaths, and her golden eyes were tightly closed. Her usual dignity was nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a pure, animal lust. The noble paladin had known her for years at this point and the number of times she had lost any emotional control could be counted on two hands - and yet look at her now. For the second time that morning, Lady Naomi was overwhelmed with complicated and conflicting emotions from a very unexpected source, and found herself running her eyes over every inch of her best friend's sculpted body. Awkward as it may be, she must go and get a closer look - uh, because this is extremely out of character! Perhaps it is a nefarious illusion! As she went to take another step inside she heard a voice she didn't recognise, and shrank back to the darkness of the doorway.

A slender elf with thick glasses and functional clothing, blonde hair in a messy ponytail, crawled sensually up to the horny monk. Cal's eyes opened and stared, lids heavy with lust, as the elf spoke in a low voice. Cal's voice was unmistakable; Naomi couldn't believe her ears when she heard the usually calm martial artist desperately beg, "fuck my pussy with your hot tongue!" She was shocked by Cal's enthusiasm more than the matter of her apparent sexuality - her friend being a lesbian or perhaps bisexual was far less surprising to her than the fact her friend was interested in anything sexual at all. The more lewd of their recent adventures had never raised so much as an eyebrow from Cal, the Godtouched's stoicism a constant. And yet here she was, begging for... that. Naomi watched carefully, listening intently, as the skinny elf started pleasuring Cal as though her life depended on it, and fingering herself madly. Trying not to think about what she was actually witnessing, the noble lady was inclined to think it was not an illusion; it would take extremely high level magic to create such a convincing tableau, with so many... moving parts, and - specialist sound effects, and for what possible purpose? No, as unlikely as it seemed, Cal had apparently seduced, or been seduced by, a local shopowner, an hour or so after meeting her. The obvious comparison to the events of the paladin's own morning popped into her mind, and she found herself idly wondering if Garron had been planning to try this with her. Her young noble lover had always refused to use his mouth, even the thought had made him squeamish, so Naomi had never experienced it. But from the sounds Cal was making, it must feel amazing...

Catching herself thoughtlessly sinking into a sitting position, as if what was happening was a spectator sport and she were a fan, Naomi was suddenly overcome with guilt. She had barged in on a romantic moment. Well, staying here and watching was absolutely unacceptable. However, Naomi considered herself a good friend, and so she decided to remain just outside the doorway. It seemed like the two were enjoying each other too much to notice her, and this way she could prevent others from entering the shop during their lovemaking session, and if there was something nefarious going on she would have easy access to the weapons and could protect her friend. There was no way she would allow a pervert to watch, or even listen, to these two extremely attractive women passionately fuck each other. Yes, her staying outside the doorway and keeping a covert eye and an ear on everything happening inside was definitely the best plan.