Louis pulls you away

You take a moment to recover, your hands against the door to the guard shack. Your knees feel weak and you don't want to go out into the street, stumbling about like you've had a few too many pints of ale. Your eyes stay down, focused on the ground to help balance yourself. Your heart sinks, however, as you stand staring at the half of your dress crumpled on the ground. The torn fabric is already dusty and stained. You are probably better off leaving it be and trying to find some new clothes.

You're still trying to process your current situation when someone grabs your elbow and pulls you out from the middle of the guards. You stumble out on shaky legs, but not before one of the guards gets a final squeeze of your breasts as you pass. To your surprise, it is Louis pulling you along.

He stops when you are several steps clear of the guards, giving you another moment to catch your breath and your balance. "The guards around here go way too far sometimes," he whispers to you.

At least he's looking out for you, you think to yourself. But wait! If he was right there, why didn't he stop them?

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before standing up straight, ready to go. You turn back to Louis, who you catch taking something from one of the guards before slipping his hand in his pocket. You hear the faint jingling of coins in his pocket as he does so.

Wait, did the guards give him money for letting them use you? You don't get to really mull over that thought, though, as he yanks on your elbow again, leading you along down one of the main streets. You wish you could use your arms to cover your exposed bust and crotch, but you only have one free arm and you have to use it to keep your balance.