Not even close.

As she moved away from the high street and the buildings got more sparse, Xinae was **** to come down from her rooftop shortcuts and travel at ground level. Coming face to face with the locals added to her uncertainty. There had been understandable stares when they suddenly arrived in town yesterday, three (not quite) fully equipped and admittedly beautiful mercenaries invading a peaceful town in the middle of nowhere. But now the stares had taken a different tone; there was a ****, wild hunger to them that made her perfectly tuned sense of danger go off. She needed to grab her friends and get out of here as soon as possible - perhaps back down south, where life was normal. If that meant Naomi wouldn't allow her to get handsy any more, that was a consequence she was ...sigh... willing to take.

Xinae's mind raced as she climbed the hills on the outskirts of Old Maldon. She had nothing but a strong hunch about their increasingly lewd adventures, and she recognised that she had a common thief's habit of jumping straight to paranoia and pessimism. But still... Very aware that she was completely unarmed and not physically strong, Xinae slowed and moved lower to the ground as she approached the lonely smithy. She also undid some of the clasps on her chest, revealing her moderate cleavage - she might need every advantage she could get. Hearing strange but almost familiar noises coming from inside the open door, she carefully sidled up and took a peek...

What she saw made her jaw drop with utter shock and rage. A scrawny, lanky old man with odd wispy hair and greasy skin (presumably Garron) had somehow overpowered Naomi's muscles and magic, somehow removed her armour, and was somehow holding her against a display stand, biting her neck. Her friend was being assaulted! Was Garron Daemontouched?! No matter the danger, she had to... Then she realised. The strange noise she had kind of recognised. It was Naomi. She was whimpering and gasping as the ugly creep desperately kissed and licked her elegant neck like his life depended on it. Soon her mouth hung even further open, as she watched Lady Naomi, the fearless, pure heroine, run her delicate fingers through Garron's messy white hair and moan as he started to ever so slightly grind his hips against hers.

Xinae knew she had to act, knew her friend would never do this if she was in her right mind, but it was almost hypnotic, watching the bravest person she'd ever met lose control because of the erotic powers of... someone who looked like that. The rogue let out a quiet gasp, hand flying to her plump lips in shock, as Garron muttered something to Naomi, then slowly started lowering her to her knees. The thief clenched a petite caramel-coloured fist in determination. She had to take action now, before her friend truly degraded herself.

...But a dark, secret side of her told her to wait and watch, to see how submissive Naomi really was to this elderly stranger she had just met. Her famously dirty imagination was working overtime. Would her heroic friend really kneel there meekly and pleasure this ugly old man's wrinkly cock? Would this noble lady lower herself to sucking on the nasty dick of a poor blacksmith three times her age? Would she lean her glorious body over that dirty anvil and let a random peasant pound her tight young pussy until she screamed? Surely she wouldn't allow this hideous old lech to cum deep inside her fertile womb, just because he demanded it... would she? Xinae bit her lip, feelings torn between loyalty and unexpected arousal.