East gate.

The shortest route and possibly quietest one, the good old dependable east gate practically no one used because it lead to the haunted ikana hills. Cremia set her mind on it and by about eleven o'clock in the evening she arrived at the east gate. "Who goes there?" she heard the guard at his post state as she had slid into the canopied part of her carriage.

"It's me Mrs Cremia!" she stated as she huddled in the back. "Mrs Cremia. I'm going to need to see that it is you" the guard warned her as she squirmed and desparately wanted to go home. "Is my voice not enough?" she asked as the guard paused. "I do recognise it Mrs Cremia, but it could be someone impersonating you. I need proof if it doesn't inconvenience you!" he stated politely as she sighed and brought two of her milk jugs to her chest.

"Do I have to get out of the carriage?" she asked as the guard was clearly confused by her antics given she knew the rules of commerce. "Carriages must be left out of the town during carnival time Mrs Cremia. You're going to have to step out, I hope it isn't an inconvenience" he stated quickly as she sighed and headed out through the back of the carriage, poking only her head out for a second to look at him.

"This is my face is it not?" she asked with a flushed expression, no-one was behind her to look at her cute bottom almost wriggling in fear and embarassment, but it felt like even the ghosts in Ikanas gaze was on it at the moment such was her worry. "Are you sure you can't just turn around for a second and let me pass through Mister handsome?" she unsuccesfully tried to flirt with him, never having had a boyfriend or any real attempt at romance in her life while taking care of Romani.

"Mrs Cremia. I'm sorry but if you don't want to turn around and go home for tonight, then you have to show yourself" he stated embarassedly, clearly not sure what was going on as she just sighed and stepped out, two milk jugs covering her breasts but her toned abdomen, wide hips, nice juicy shaved legs, pretty feet and most importantly, her glorious untouched pubic region suddenly bombarded this guard as he tried to speak for a second.

"Um... Mrs... Mrs... Mrs Cremia why are you... why are you naked?" he asked her as she could see him covering his eyes. "My clothes..." she began as she was about to divulge the truth, but the Gorman brothers would definitely find some way to hurt her sister or her cows if she told the truth. "My dress got torn off on the way here by a branch and is in shreds" she stated as just like him she was looking away, the sight of him trying his best to not ogle her like he clearly wanted to making her feel more guilty than victimised in a way, as if she was putting this innocent man under pressure and stress.

"Mrs Cremia, I could go get some clothes for you!" he suggested as she was about to nod, but to her horror she turned around as she saw lights coming closer. "Oh no, more traders like me!" she thought as she shook her head. "Can I just go into the city? I have friends who can give me a dress!" she lied, all of them would be fast asleep and not worth trying to find. "Mrs Cremia, I need a document of your reasons to visit the city before I can let you in, you know that" he stated ashamedly as she was getting anxious, the wagons that were approaching from behind soon were going to be close enough to shine a full torchlight on her and let every single trader get to enjoy her body.

"Look. I have milk jugs, I'm showing them to you!" she stated as the guard lowered his hand for a second. "Actually they're the one part you aren't showing Mrs Cremia" he replied stupidly as she felt her blood pressure rise. "Wrong milk jugs! Are my breasts the only ones in the world that everyone seems to call that?" she asked with annoyance. "But that doesn't matter! I have these milk jugs in my hands, can't you just fill in the form later that i came here for business. Or is my body not sufficient bribery Mister guard?" she asked as he nodded.

"Alright, but I'll get in trouble for letting a streaker into the town, so you had better not cause any havoc!" he warned her as she didn't have time to protest that she wasn't a streaker as instead she scooped her milk jugs out of her carriage and ran through the gate just before the traders could arrive, although one of them would swear for the next few days he had seen a woman without a stitch of clothing enter the city, but the traders just ignored his wild imagination when the guard adamantly told them no such woman had entered the city.

Cremia on the other hands adventure was still only beginning as she made it through to the eastern clocktown square. It seemed almost eerily quiet as she looked around. Her friend Anju's inn, the milk bar, the treasure chest shop and the bomb store all lay around it, but the square was almost completely empty.

"Finally a bit of luck!" she excitedly said as she took a step forward, but not before a "Cremia?" suddenly sounded from her left hand side as she turned in horror.