You follow her home - but she gets spotted on the way

The naked knight hops and waddles down the streets, and you follow from a distance. She avoids the big streets and runs down backstreets and alleyways to prevent being seen by passerbys as she tries to make her way home. She voices her embarrassment, her muffled squeels echoing softly off the cramped walls. Hiding behind barrels and stacks of boxes, you watch her waddle her way through the alley, like the stories you've heard about the penguin birds from the frozen north. Suddenly a voice calls out to her, and you see the knight freeze in place.

"Oi, what's this here now", you hear an **** woman yell at her.

Peeking from behind your hidingplace you see a young lass dressed as a bairmaid emerge from a back-door, presumably a tavern leading onto the main street. Judging by her uneven walk she's somewhat drunk - she must've been sipping her patron's wares.

"What 'ave we here? Some harlot skulking about after finishing with a customer?" The knight shuffled uncomfortably, looking for a way out.

"Wait a sec.." The wench reaches over to grab a clutch of the warriormaiden's dark silver hair, causing her to shrink away to try and avoid the barmaid's clumsy hand. She manages to grasp a strand however.

"Silver 'air.. You're one o' them half-elf folks arn't ya." You can see the knight's jaw clench up, and she shakes the hand off her hair. The drunk wench starts laughing at her loudly, and giddily slaps her thigh.

"Strutting about in bondage gear mid-day! 'knew you elf folk had no morals but I never expected this! No wonder you people ain't fit for city-life!" The wench pushes the knight around a little, trying to knock her off-balance.

Oh.., so she's one of those anti-elf racists.