Out to join the rest of the rubes

Hilda crawls out of the food tent on her hands and knees, her fat, meaty ass jiggling and her gravid belly dragging as she goes.

The slovenly, dim-witted woman's jaw drops when she sees what's going on outside.

The rest of the fair-goers are all quite naked at this point, the carny-folk having efficiently and ruthlessly separated their victims from all of their valuables and even their not-so-valuables.

All around her, Hilda sees nothing but a vast ocean of bare flesh. Despoiled nobles, penniless peasants, and unarmed adventurers; at this point it's impossible to tell who was whom any more.

"Wait here," commanded one of the goblins as she lead the naked socialite, her fat elf friend, and the hard-cocked merchant man into a crowd of other equally naked fair-goers.

The three obeyed without a second thought. Whatever magic or alchemy or other strange power that was making them so docile was clearly still in effect.

Off to the side, teams of goblins and other carny folk were laughing as they gathered up their fresh loot.

"Good haul this time!" One of the fortune-tellers that helped relieve Hilda of her wealth declared.

"Probably one of our best ever," agreed one of the goblins from the food tent.

The piles continued to grow as more of the fair's grifters and con artists stopped by and dumped more loot on top.

Meanwhile, other members of this organized theft were busy packing up the booths and taking down the tents. They'd gotten all they can from these rubes, and it's time to move on.

"Come on, we don't have much time," said the dealer from one of the card games. She was now wearing an expensive silk dress and some of the finest jewelry around, courtesy of the duchess she'd recently defrauded.