You know what? Let's keep focusing on Pammy's plight

The naked, bound, and gagged guard runs as fast as she can away from the rowdy crowd.

Her face is as red as her ass as she skitters away in shame, her bare feet slapping against the cobble stones.

Please... d-don't let anyone else see me... She silently prays as she streaks through the empty streets.

Her breasts jiggle with every step she takes, and since her wrists are still bound behind her back, the poor girl has no way of shielding them or her exposed crotch.

Even more shameful, all this physical exertion is making her breath even harder. That wouldn't be a problem, if she didn't have a pair of someone else's panties stuffed in her mouth, which she was starting to taste now.

The naked, bound guard comes to a stop and looks around. She's in an empty side street that splits off in two directions.

One leads to her own shabby apartment, but, as she reminds herself, she doesn't have her key on her (or anything else for that matter), and worse, she'll have to pass through the very busy and very visible merchant district to get to it.

The other also leads to the merchant district, but the slightly less busy, and far-less respectable part of it. That's where many of the seedier taverns, gambling dens, and whore houses are, including the one Milza mentioned.

The nude woman stands there, mulling the decision over in her mind.