To the Marketplace

You guide the horses into the marketplace. It's nearly empty as vendors are busy prepping their shops and wares for the coming day, but a stout ringing of your handbill quickly fixes that. In a minute, every shop keep and their early morning shoppers have filed into the open market. Evellyn's mortified face reddened as her bare body attracted snickers and catcalls. The jingling of her bells announce Evelyn's every movement, and people part to let you through, their eyes fixed on the spectacle of the humiliated knight. Evellyn's horse, in a bouncy trot, sends her bouncing up and down, the pillowcase rubbing against her sensitive areas with increasing friction. Her face is a deep shade of crimson, and her eyes dart wildly about, as if searching for an escape from the humiliation.

You continue to guide the horses through the crowded marketplace, the sound of the handbell ringing out through the air, drawing even more attention to the already conspicuous knight. Evellyn's face is now a deep shade of purple, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to block out the humiliation. The pillowcase between her legs is now soaked through, and the friction from the horse's bouncy trot is causing her to writhe in her seat.

"Looky here, folks!" you call out, your voice booming over the crowd.

As you continue to ring the handbell, Evellyn's face contorts in a mixture of rage, humiliation, and increasing arousal. Her eyes, still squeezed shut, begin to water at the edges, and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of purple. The pillowcase, now thoroughly soaked, clings to her sensitive areas, sending shivers down her spine with each bounce of the horse.

The crowd around you erupts into cheers and catcalls, with some of the bolder onlookers reaching out to touch Evellyn's exposed skin. She jerks away, her eyes snapping open, and for a moment, her gaze locks onto yours, filled with a **** plea for mercy.

You respond to Evellyn's **** plea with a wicked grin, "Oh, I think you're enjoying this far too much, but we don't have time to get distracted. We have elves to find."

With a chuckle, you give the horse a gentle kick, increasing its pace and causing the bells on Evellyn's nipples to jingle with even more fervor. People clap and cheer the sight of the bare knight's bouncing breasts, as you depart the market, nipple bells ringing gayly.

"Perhaps," you muse aloud, "lady knights should take suggestions, even from common thieves like me, more seriously in the future."

The city gate comes into view.