Yes, after a brief delay

Morgala skitters out of the bath as fast as her chubby legs will take her.

She keeps her threadbare towel wrapped around the front of her body, but she's too wide to be completely covered by it, so Stu get's one last great look at her wobbly ass as she dashes out the door.

It's late now. The rain has stopped and its quite dark out. The town appears to be pretty much dead at this hour, so thankfully nobody sees her in such a disgraceful state as her bare feet pad along back towards the barn and potential safety.

Ok, I just need to get my suitcase and get dressed and then this nightmare will be behind me!

The chunky elf waddles down the street as fast as she can, which proves to be a bit of a mistake when her towel snags on a loose nail sticking out of a hitching post.

The garment slips free of the hapless maid, exposing her completely. She lets out a squeak and slaps her hands to her small (but oh-so-kissable) breasts and the extra thick fur-burger between her legs.

Oh gods! I... I'm naked! OUTSIDE!

Morgala stands there, trembling and breathing frantically as the cool air kisses every inch of her supple, soft body.

But... with no one around to mock or tease her, it... it doesn't seem so bad. In fact, it kind of feels... liberating.

I... I'm standing completely naked. Outdoors!

The elf thinks to herself as a cool breeze blows through the empty street and tantalizingly tease her bare body.

"Oh!" Morgala chirps as the wind kisses her like no other lover ever has. She nervously looks around. All the lights are off in the buildings, and there isn't even much of moon tonight.

No one's going to see me... they're... they're all sleeping, right?

Morgala bites her lip in a mixture of nervousness and... something else.

Why not? I mean... that creep in the bath seemed to think I was worth looking at...

Morgala closes her eyes and slowly moves her hands away from her body, making strikes a 'T' pose.

I... I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! I'm naked outside!

Her heart is beating in her chest at a mile a minute, while her nethers... Well, that isn't water gleaming in the night.

Morgala stands there for what feels like an eternity to her, before a cold gust reminds her it's time to get going. She lets out a giddy squeak as she turns around, bends over, wiggles her ass and picks up her towel.

She pulls the ragged cloth to her chest, not bothering to even try to cover her magnificent booty as she walks the short distance to the barn.

The elf stops at door and gasps. There's a light coming from the building and it sounds like someone's in there!