Too long

The two terrified, naked, wimpy women run for several city blocks, their wits having been abandoned along with their clothes and dignity back at the bar.

They're vision is clouded by fear, and neither one is making any rational decisions, instead they're merely running through the most open, easy to access roads and pathways.

The two finally stop when they come to a dead-end alley. Each one is covered in sweat and gasping for air (neither one is as athletic as they once were. Hilda has been coasting by on her past glories for a while now, and Salza spends most of her day behind a bar).

"S-stop!" Hilda wheezes. "I can't go any further."

"M-me neither," Salza gasps as she leans her body against a wall.

The two nervously look around, trying to gauge where they are. Hilda, being a mere traveler, has no clue of course.

"Um... w-where are we?" The human asks as she takes a closer look at her surroundings. She let's out a pitiful whimper when her soft, uncovered foot steps into a puddle of nasty water. "Oooooh. I don't like this."

The alley is strewn with garbage, but Salza is more concerned about the graffiti covering the walls. "Oh no..." she groans as her big ears droop in worry. "H-Hilda... w-we need to go..."

"Why? What's wrong?" The knight asks nervously.

"This... this is Tiger territory!" Salza says, her eyes wide in panic.

"Tigers?" Hilda asks in utter confusion.

"The meanest gang around!" Says a loud, booming voice from the end of the alley.

Hilda and Salza both scream in fear, as they huddle together, neither one able to cover their naked, vulnerable body.