B: She was outmatched.

Her opponent was too strong, and too skilled of a swordsman for head-on combat, so she decided to try something more clever. She was quick on her feet, so she was able to dance backwards down the nearby alley as if to beckon him to follow. However, it would be a trap. That was the only thing she could think up on the spot. Thankfully, he did follow suit, so she disappeared between the two buildings and waited.

The snow-white beast squeezed his sword as she stepped cautiously down the narrow path. Ahead and to the side was a pile of crates and barrels which seemed to be empty. Past that, the girl stood with her sword raised in a defensive stance.

He moved forwards, but as he passed the pile, the illusion of Jinny up ahead disappeared. She lunged out from behind the crates and poked with her rapier, but he was ready. Her illusion didn't fool him at all, and he was able to block the strike with the flat of his sword and redirect the momentum away. This caused her to stumble forwards and roll over the debris like a helpless ragdoll.

The motion hooked her top against the wood, and she tumbled onto her back with her shirt pulled up over her face. She struggled, but not only feared tearing it to pieces, but also couldn't figure out how to free it properly in a panicked state. She charr looked down at her unclothed, soaking wet upper-half with a deadpanned stare.

She slipped out of her shirt instead, and immediately wrapped her arms around her ample bust. Her face flushed red, and her heart started to race. She started to take quick inhales as her chest moved up and down.

The charr was staring directly at her. Oh gods. Is he getting excited by looking at me? I can't tell. The front of his pants, it looks like... No, no. I can't think about that. I need to get my shirt back, she started to think.

Suddenly, the charr's friend made an appearance. She couldn't tell before, but this was one was actually female. Her fur was dark orange, and was covered in black stripes. She emerged from the shroud of pouring rain to pinch the shirt between her claws and lift it up to inspect.

"What a foolish woman to stop battling, and to act so helpless, over something so trivial. But I guess she wants this back," the new charr said mockingly.

"No need to tease her," the white charr replied.

"I think I'll keep this, as a trophy for your victory. Come on. Let's get back inside and dry off."

Jinny's eyes widened. "No, no, no. I really need that back."

With both arms wrapped tightly around her chest, and beads of water pouring down her flesh, she felt so helpless. All the while, her pants were becoming so waterlogged that they were starting to sag too low. She had to remove one arm from her breasts to tug them back up by the waist before the two charr saw even more, but this just left her feeling even more exposed. There was nothing she could do, especially not without showing her body to anyone still out on the streets. The thought caused her heart to keep racing.

The female charr turned and started to leave. As for the other, he looked to her one more time with a strange expression. She wasn't sure if he pitied her, or was mocking her too, but they disappeared. After that, she started to remember how close the tavern was, and how many people came and went on that street. Pretty soon, someone was going to peer down the alley and see her topless. She had to go the other way. If she could find her way to Isabelle's house, she would be safe.

Isabelle Bennett was a woman she had fallen for not even a month prior. Even her voice was enough to lift her spirits. She had raven black hair down to her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes, a slim physique, and long slender legs. She was a bit taller as well, and had been wearing skirts more often lately. They had even shared a night of passion once at her home, which was only Jinny's second time being with somebody in such a way, and the first with a woman. After that night, she felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders, and she became more comfortable with herself.

It wasn't far, but she was dripping wet and halfway nude. If anyone were to see her, they would get the view of a lifetime, especially if her pants were to sag even more. She had to be careful.