You'd rather pass

“I’ll havta’ pass, you an’ the elven lass can uh, carry on” you say looking away modestly.

“Meh, suit youself. Now where were we?” As you turn to leave you see the man pull the elf’s mouth back into his throbbing member.

You blink a couple times trying to process what you just witnessed. Crag Glen is truly a strange new place. You don’t recall ever seeing something like that back home. You reach for the guild hall doors, still processing the scene from outside.