Charlene’s picnic pavilion

Charlene, with Evellyn in tow, journeys through the forest. After a while Evellyn mumbles through her gag just intelligible enough for Charlene to understand her question: Where are they going? Charlene looks over her shoulder, her gaze clearly drawn down to Evellyn’s bobbing, swaying breasts as she shuffles after her, causing her to grin with undisguised glee. ”It’s not to far now, Lady Evellyn; I was out in the woods have a wonderful time with some friends and we’ve set up a little pavilion nearby. I’m sure we’ll get there before my companions return from their walk, and then you get to start working on repaying that debt you owe me…” The corner of Charlene’s mouth curls maliciously as she says so, but she doesn’t see fit to answer Evellyn’s further entreaties about what she means by that or if she’d consider simply letting her go.

Eventually the forest begins to thin and the duo reach a patch of grassland just beyond the treeline. There a handful of tents patterned in black and red are set up, and in between them a camp fire is burning surrounded by fancy chairs and sofas lugged all the way out here by overworked servants, as well as barrels of wine and other objects a noble party might need to entertain themselves out in the countryside.

Charlene ties off her horse to a tree at a nearby through, before tugging the leash and dragging a reticent Evellyn behind her into the campsite. A servant woman exits one of the pavilions, letting out a highpitched yelp and nearly dropping the bottle of wine she’s holding in shocked surprise as she sees the naked Evellyn being pulled into camp. Charlene is unfazed and approaches to give the servant some orders: ”Ah, Isabel, just the person I was looking for…”