The town of Pilla

Hilda recognized this town from her days as a knight. It was a settlement relatively close to her (former) keep, and she'd been there in the past while resupplying and resting on quests. It had also been the sight of more than one embarrassing encounter for the poor noblewoman, so she'd garnered something of a reputation. Specifically, as a ditsy, slutty, subby noble who was as gullible as she was accident-prone. Well, those days were far behind her; now she was a ditsy, slutty, subby sex ****, so it was much more acceptable for her to be naked and stepped on. Probably. If those steamy novels she used to read were anything to go by.

Still, Hilda's face went a rosey red at the thought of anyone recognizing her as Hilda Brandt, ex-knight of the kingdom, crawling around naked like a wild animal. No one here had seen her since before she met Milly, so she could only hope that she had changed so much physically that she was unrecognizable as a noble. Her skin was covered in dirt and grime, her hair untied and hanging messily down her shoulders, her muscles had given way to flab, and her slight and cute belly fat was now much more noticeable and chubby (but still adorable despite what she thought). If she was lucky, everyone would just see a normal naked **** girl being walked by her goblin mistress.

Grugluh walked up to the guard at the town entrance, waving to get his attention, which was locked squarely on the naked human and drow pair currently crawling around in the dirt. "Pardon me, sir." He looked down at the goblin shameness, his eyes darting between her and her "pets." She asked in a soft voice, "Might our party find lodging here for the night?"

The guard just nodded, too stunned by the sexual degeneracy before him to speak out. Grugluh nodded and motioned for the others to follow him. Hilda and Silvia walked through the town gates on all fours, sticking their butts in the air, as the guard stared transfixed on them for as long as he could see them.

"Now, where's the local inn, I wonder?" Grugluh pondered out loud, looking around for landmarks. Normally, the inn could be indentified as just the tallest building around, but since all the buildings looked tall to the goblins, they were out of luck. Silvia realized this was her chance to be useful, and started sniffing the air. Human towns had many distinct scents to them, and though she currently lacked the magic tools she'd normally use to discern them, the skinny drow had since connected to her more primal instincts. She took a deep whiff of her surroundings and was awash in human smells. Horse droppings, bad whiskey, the burning tinder in a forge; she sifted through these sensations in her mind until she locked onto something: pepper. She'd seen the stuff once when she tried (and failed) to swindle a travelling merchant out of some of his stock, and she knew where there was a traveller, there was most likely an inn.

"That way." She pointed down a busy street, and started crawling toward the smell. The townspeople all stopped and stared at the unusual sight; most of them had never seen a drow before, much less one running around naked on all fours. It was almost as odd as the naked human woman following in her wake who looked vaguely familiar to some passersby. The goblins almost seemed normal by that standard, as the party ran down the dirt street as fast as their stubby legs could carry them.

It took only a few short minutes, though it felt like more to the out of shape humanoids and the short-statured goblins, but they finally made it to the inn. Sure enough, there was a merchant's cart sitting in the stables, as Silvia had smelled. She sat proudly on the ground like a puppy, her legs spread to show her pussy to all the world. Grugluh offered her best words of praise before calling to her troop to follow her inside. Silvia almost stood up to join them, but saw that Hilda was crawling in a different direction, towards...