“Rub your tits while I eat”

“Thank you kindly ma’m,” you say as you take the bread, and wander over a little further to find a fence on the corner of a little sidestreet to sit on. This street leads away from the main street you just caused so much mayhem in, and is bordered by a garden’s high hedgerow on one side, and the high garden wall of the mansion of the knight, lady Evellyn on the other. You didn’t really keep track of her after stripping all those other ladies but you presume she made it inside.

As you get on your perch, the plus-sized woman quickly shuffles off into the shadow of the hedges. You exchange a glance as you start nibbling on the bread: “I’d like dinner with a show. If you don’t mind, stand there and rub your tits for me.”

She bristles at the request: “I do mind!”

“Oh well. Do it anyway. ‘24 hours’ remember.”

Grudgingly, she moves her hands from their covering positions, and begins to trace her hands across the exposed skin of her bosoms, doing her best to keep her nipples covered at all times, but failing repeatedly, as her hands slide all across the curvature of her breasts, gently pushing them around with her fingers. Droplets of sweat begin forming on her forehead from how uncomfortable she is.