A confused Gedd gets his hands on the booty, as he requested

"That's an extremely indecent request. However, I am feeling charitable today and you really must be rather poor to be running around dressed like that," Guyld III noted, looking the man's thief attire over with a disapproving frown. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt... It's really not much to ask, in the grand scheme of things."

The thief leader, Gedd, smirked and nodded his head. "Ha ha ha... An easy transaction, just the way I like it. More of my marks should have the good sense that you do," he chuckled, feeling surprised that Guyld had decided to give up her riches without a fight. "You can start by dropping that pack on the ground. Real smooth and easy... yeah... Of course, I plan to take all of this booty as well," the robber continued, patting one hand up and down upon the backpack Lenore was wearing.

"Hers too?! How perverse," Guyld shuddered. "The things we do for the church..."

Lenore thought to herself, silently, "you can say that again."

Once the now significantly lighter pack had been removed, Guyld dropped it into the dust. For his part, Gedd busily cut the straps holding on Lenore's so that he could pull it off and throw it into a pile. With this, he was ready to call his boys, who would retrieve the cargo and get going. To his surprise, in the next moment, things escalated... Guyld was approaching him directly. "Fuck is this? Get back," he complained, pointing his knife.

"Well it won't be very easy for you to get your hands on it from over there," the noble lady complained. "But fine. I suppose you want to inspect the goods first."

"I'll inspect the goods in my own time! For now, keep your distance!"

Guyld huffed, then, confusingly, cupped both hands into her tights. With a reddening face, she pulled her tights down to the point that they cupped the circumference of her rather large butt-cheeks, now visible in the leg-slits of her dress. The thief was even more surprised to realize that there were no side-straps indicating any kind of panties on underneath. Slowly, the noble lady lifted the back portion of her dress, revealing her completely bare, sizable bottom. "This is the booty you wanted?" she questioned, looking back over her shoulder. "Lenore, he wanted yours too."

The look of disbelief on Gedd's face was almost pitiable. He nearly dropped his knife in utter confusion of what was happening. "Wait... Wait, hold up," he murmured, releasing his hold on Lenore for a moment to extend both hands in a gesture of stop.

Lenore wasn't particularly keen to offer Gedd that kind of service, but... it did seem to be lowering his guard a bit. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea? With a disarming smile, she moved over to join Guyld, then slowly lifted the back of her habit. She saw the thief's eyes bulge as he realized that the modestly dressed nun was, also, completely bare-bottomed beneath her robe. As the two stood together, slightly bent over with their round asses showing, he could barely become aroused; such feelings were mostly overridden by befuddlement. "You wanted to get your hands on these?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes misleadingly.

Gedd looked to the alley and gave a "stay there" motion with one hand, then stuck his knife into his pants pocket. With a shrug, he walked over and slapped one hand onto the bottom of each girl- the left upon the big, pale bottom of the mother St. Vendigeld, the right upon the more youthful, pleasantly round and firm bottom of the therapist. He rubbed his gloved hand down the smooth surface of each, noting with amazement that they really were completely bare, presented fully enough to make out the pubic hair on the underside and the unguarded asshole of each. "That's a pretty charitable bonus for ya to offer! I guess the church ain't all bad after all," he snickered, then grabbed up both packs. As he did, he was fully prepared to feint, expecting some kind of mule kick to come next...

... None came. Instead, Guyld fixed her tights back up and turned back to him with an impatient frown. "Of course. The church is not 'bad.' We are a charitable organization," she explained. "I hope you appreciate this charity, as it is Geod-given."

"Hey, I don't give a rat's ass about Geod, but if you two ladies come down this way again, I'd love to get my hands on those fine asses in a more private setting. Don't let anybody tell you that you've lost it, Mrs. St. Vendigeld!" he laughed, then gave them a two fingered salute as he hoisted both backpacks with his other arm. "Later!"

As the man ran off to rejoin his compatriots and begin distributing the loot (the loot that was fit to distribute, anyway), Guyld wore a satisfied smile. "For a thief, he wasn't so bad," she nodded, turning to Lenore and patting her friend on the back.

Lenore couldn't tell if her friend was really that pleased that a roguishly handsome thief had told her that she still had a nice ass, or if she was just that thoroughly hypnotized. Regardless, beginning to fear for their safety, Lenore took Guyld's arm. "Perhaps we should leave this part of town? We've distributed both packs worth of goodies, so I'd say now would be a fine time to head back to your manor and evaluate how this therapy has been working for you," Guyld's confidant suggested. She wasn't sure how much more public exposure she could take...

"If you insist, Miss Seste. I would relish an opportunity or two more to indulge my benevolent predilection towards charitable giving, however," the older woman sighed, pressing one hand against her cheek and smiling despite her words. It seemed that her ego was getting a pretty big boost from all this giving... Lenore wondered if that had really been the root of her improved mood all along.

With that, the two headed back towards the manor...