You go but take her clothes with you

With an evil grin you bend down and pick up the woman's clothes. She holds her hand open and believes you just wanted to give it to her. But instead you turn around and head back to your hideout. The woman is shocked by your cruelty.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asks still exhausted, "give me my clothes!"

"I don't think so," you answer and smile, "sluts like you don't deserve clothes. And you look so beautiful, you shouldn't be ashamed of your body."

"But I did everything you wanted," cries the woman and covers her private parts, "we had a deal."

"indeed we had," you say nodding, "but you tried to lie to me, so in my opinion: no deal. Have a nice night, slut. And watch out for hunters."

"Fucking bastard," yells the woman at you while you leave, "prey to god, that we don't meet again. You will pay for that."

You don't care much about her words. You didn't even know her name. You make your way through the streets and feel good. The stolen clothes, which brought you a bonus point in dominance, end in an empty trash container a few houses away. Now maybe it is time to sleep. Or do you hope for another surprise this night?