To the Harbour

You let your two horse parade continue towards the harbor.

Soon the smell of saltwater and tar fills your nostrils as the bustling docks come into view. The sound of gulls crying and sailors bustling to prep their vessels fills the air, and you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and mischief as you lead Evellyn's horse towards the crowds.

With a subtle 'click' of your voice, Evellyn's horse suddenly transitions into a bouncy trot, sending boobs and bells jangling wildly as she struggles to maintain balance. The pillowcase, still nestled between her legs, rubs against her sensitive ladyhood with ever increased friction, causing her to go wide-eyed.

Surprised sailors gather around, their weathered faces splitting into wide grins as they take in the sight of the bare knight in her clanging decorations, bound to ensure she presents the gathering sea-dogs with a full view of her outthrust breasts.

"Looky at that pair of shiny jingle bells!" shouts a burly man with a thick beard, his voice carrying across the docks. He eyes the pillowcase nestled between Evellyn's firm thighs, and his grin widens. "You come here to give us a free show, or training a new girl for the brothel?"

You chuckle at the comment. "Maybe one day, but right now, she's supposed to be a knight on a very… noteworthy mission."

Evellyn's face turns a deep shade of crimson. "H-how d-dare you," she stammers. Her voice trembles as the pillowcase continues to do its devilish work on her sensitive areas. Obvious panting arousal creeps into her voice causing her words to become increasingly disjointed. "Y-you...can't...imply...I'm…I'm…I'm a whore," she gasps wantonly, her eyes darting wildly across the crowd.

The burly man chuckels at Evellyn, his eyes on the pillowcase beneath her. "Oh, I think he can, love," he said with a grin. That set off a broadside of new come ons and propositions from the gathered sailors.

"Gentlemen," you manage with a smirk, "I'm surprised at you. Can't you recognize a high-born knight in her gleaming armor when you see one?"

"That gives me an idea," you muse. Ringing the heavy handbell, you call out in your best town crier impersonation, "Come all to recognize the high-born lady!"

As the sailors and dockworkers roll in laughter, you head off, and with a 'click' you set Evellyn's horse back to its bounce trot. The jangling and jiggling high-born lady only manages to moan out, "Oh my!" with breathy gasps as you leave.

You ponder if you should head out the port-side city gate or maybe take a detour through the marketplace before you go looking in the woods. Decisions, decisions!