Go rendezvous with red-bottomed Evellyn

"Yes I suppose I should. This is supposed to be a work-trip. All the fun is purely incidental," you grin slyly at Vanessa.

"I always argue in favor of mixing bussines and pleasure. Good luck, hopefully we'll meet again... maybe compare notes and workmethods," she replies.

"It's been a delight." You stuff the bundle of Evellyn's clothes in your pack, and casually wander off to find Evellyn in the alleyway behind the tavern. After you exit the backdoor you glance across the dirty narrow little street a few times before you hear an agitated groan drawing your attention from behind the cover of a stack of supplycrates, and see Evellyn's head and bare shoulders poke out. She’s covering her privates from your gaze, but every so often adjusts her hands to rub her oh-so-sore ass, which is practically pulsing red, sizzling against the cool outside air.

"Thanks for defending my honor, jackass! That hurt a lot! I can’t even sit down!!”
-"It's what I do best"
“You just let an entire tavern spank! my! ass!!!”
-“You’re … definitely a crowdpleaser.”
"Just give me my fucking clothes, you better not have lost them..."