… … Yes

Evellyn’s face turns red as a tomato (even if tomatoes shouldn’t exist in a medieval fantasy, rendering the comparison moot), as she avoids eyecontact and moves her hands from her hips to fold them across her chest instead. Inside of her head she is cursing the thief for making her the talk of the town, but admitting the truth to the half-orc means she’ll also be confirming she is indeed a noble from the duchess’ inner circle, so she feels like she has to come clean. In a tiny voice Evellyn mutters: ”… Yes that’s me…”

Narza laughs uproariously. ”Lady barebuttocks in my store! I can’t believe it!!” Evellyn’s head snaps in her direction: ”Lady barebuttocks?!” Narza rubs a tear of laughter out of her eye, continuing to chuckle: ”Oh aye, the gossips got all sorts’a nicknames. What were some good ‘uns… Lady Lust, Evellyn the unclad, Exposelynn, eyeful of Evellyn, Baroness Bounceboob, Milady Melons, and my pers’nal favorite Noble Nips.” Narza does a little mocking curtsy bow towards Evellyn, after reciting the nicknames.