Flee back out the door.

I can't do the rest of the quest naked! The only thing to do is run away, scamper back home with no clothes on and try again another day. In a heartbeat I'm out the door, racing through the garden, scrambling back over the fence and landing on my feet in the street outside, where I stumble right into the path of two city guards. They shine their lanterns on me and I blush, caught red-faced and red-handed. My sword was on the belt of my breeches. I'm unarmed and unclothed, and I don't think I'm getting out of this one with my dignity intact. Goddess damn it.

I cover myself and squeal as the guards advance. One, a tall blonde woman, motions to me to raise my arms in surrender. I'm obliged to do it. The other, a short black-haired man, exchanges a wry glance with her and returns to openly leering at my bare body. I shudder with anger, despising the way they look at me but helpless to do anything about it.

"What do you think? Take her down to the barracks, oil her up and throw her in the cell with that clan of lesbian barbarians we booked for harassing tavern wenches? Or is it the stocks for this little red robin?"

"Neither," says the man. "She was breaking into Grimdrop Manor. That means she belongs to Lady Rinelda. Tie her up by the front gates with an explanatory note."

The woman pouts. "Fine. Can't we have a little fun with her first, though?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could make her have sex with us."

"Well, of course we're going to make her have sex with us. Isn't that right, little sugar plum? You're going to have sex with us, aren't you?"

I scowl as he pinches my left nipple. I hate it when town guards make me have sex with them. I cum every time, of course, but they're always so smug about it afterwards.