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The wild women made no attempts to quiet their lovemaking, so as the streets filled with people enjoying the evening air, they gathered quite an audience. What began as a few passersby taking second glances at the pale and gray figures lying in the stables quickly gained steam when they saw what those figures were doing. Had they been of the nobility, these people likely would have feigned disgust and jeered at the naked women fucking like farm animals (while secretly finding themselves extremely aroused by it), the common folk saw no reason to hide their enthusiasm.

Hilda and Silvia were so deep inside each other to notice the crowd was cheering and applauding their performance. They continued to kiss, run their fingers through each other's hair, finger each other's pussies, grind against each other, and indulge every other carncal desire they could think of, oblivious to the admirerers they had gained.

"Who are those two?"

"They're the hottest sluts I've ever seen."

"They must be someone's slaves. Look, they're tied up in the stable."

"How shameless!"

"They'd make top dollar at my brothel, that's for sure!"

"Are they for sale? I wanna make a bid!"

As the crowd theorized about the origin of these feral women and where they'd be going next, a couple of figures were eyeing them with very different expressions.

On one end of the crowd was a red-headed merchant woman dressed in the finest wares straight from the capital. She was decked head to toe in glittering gold jewelry, so ostentatious that it shown even at night. Her dress was immaculate, and plenty of eyes were on her (or more accurately, her valuables) as she watched the naked lovers fuck each other's brains out. Behind her was a large covered wagon full of fragile-looking silk sheets that looked like they came from the high elf lands. She looked at the raunchy display and saw an opportunity to make some real money.

On the other end of the crowd was a short mousey woman with big thick glasses. She wore a dark green suit under a large brown shawl, not fancy but enough for conducting proper business in a place like Pilla. She was enraptured by the wild women not because of how scandalous their behavior was, but because she recognized one of them. She hadn't seen here in months, ever since that harlot of a fox spirit had fired her from her last job, but she'd recognize her mistress and longtime crush anywhere, even under a thick layer of filth.

Both of these women wanted to get their hands on this poor couple, and they were about to come to blows over it.