A Lesson (Not) Learned

"Well? Come on, Lae'zel!" Shadowheart jeered. "Isn't this the part where you tell me that Gith are... Mighty, disciplined warriors? That embarrassment is beneath you? That you don't mind having your pussy lips in plain sight?"

Pretty smug talk from a girl who's far more naked than the one she's mocking. An hour from now, she'll likely remember how everyone in town has seen every inch of her body, and... Probably curl up and die in some cave out of sheer embarrassment.

For now, though? She shamed Lae'zel. And it almost made this whole thing worth it.

"Clearly, NEITHER of you mind havin' your lady parts out." Karlach sighed.

"You know neither of you own undies now, yeah? You're both bottomless for who knows how long. Hells, I might just buy myself a shirt next, since you're so fine with this--"

The next sequence happened fast. Faster than even the crowd could fully process.

Lae'zel drew her blade. And wordlessly, mercilessly, she began swinging at Shadowheart! Cold steel, eager to finally cut into pompous half elf flesh!

The cleric, to her credit, recognized the danger and dodged the attack... Only to back directly into Karlach.

"AH-! Shit, shit!"

Karlach's skin burned her own in an instant! Shadowheart pushed herself away in a clumsy, flailing motion-- And in doing so, she inadvertently yanked Karlach's bra off! The hellish garment snapped, her tits bounced free...

But, perhaps the worst part... Karlach fell over. Onto their recently bought supplies.

Their food and potions were squished under her huge frame, and anything that WASN'T crushed-- Immediately burst into the flames from her hellfire fulled body!

In an instant. Lae'zel stood over them, stunned. Shadowheart was on the ground. And Karlach sat, crimson breasts dangling free, in a pile of soot embers.

"...FUCK!" Was all the Tiefling could declare.