See what's going on outside.

Despite what happened, or didn't happen, at the Rusted Dragon Tavern last night, you're still rather timid, especially regarding snooping in what two consenting people do in private. You leave that mess to the others, if they choose. You make your way to the door without word of warning. This is something you can handle.

Or so you thought...

What couldn't be made out through the tiny and cluttered window of The Salted Longshoreman is clear one you step outside. A brothel down the street has taken to advertising in the open air of night. While that in of itself would not be particularly noteworthy, this lot seems exceptionally enthusiastic in their advertisements. All of their bodices were untied, their breasts in full display. The women that weren't fondling their chests were lifting their dresses at the passerby. Eager but broke men had gathered around the throng, hooting and hollering, encouraging this vulgar display. One or two with the coin do approach the advertising women. The first is taken inside the brothel promtply, where the second drops his pants in broad daylight, while the lady of the night enthusiastically drops her knees to the cobblestone street and begins to suck him off in broad view of everyone, to even further applause.

You strongly suspect Veserae's influence is involved here, somehow. Although brothels and other houses of ill repute were accepted in polite society. Everything followed the rule of feigned ignorance; as long as anyone passing by could claim or pretend that they didn't know what was going on inside, brothels and the like were tolerated, barely. This would not be tolerated for long, and it appears as though there was already an attempt to put a stop to this, in vain though it might have been. One of the city watchmen had arrived, seemingly to bring law and order to the street, only to find his dick buried in the ass of a whore before either of them could get in the door.

Something possesses you to try and put a stop to this. These people are not completely themselves, and if this continues, it could escalate to get completely out of control. You slowly move towards the group of women, but are suddenly shoved from behind by an unknown ****. Your feet move fast under you to keep balance, causing you to rush headlong into the group of whores. This is wrongfully interpreted as you joining them by both the male crowds and the women alike. The women wrap their arms around you to help keep you on your feet, but than start to help themselves to help free your boobs from their confinement. The protest you would have made is abated as you feel soft kisses on your neck that send chill shivers up your spine.

Your fear of being lost in this moment is replaced momentarily, but only by a larger fear. The magistrate arrives, with a large group of armed and armored men, and a wagon for mass arrests. He wastes no time in determining who is or is not at fault, and the city watchmen grab every lewd woman outside the brothel, yourself included. You look around the scene, hoping you may see one of your companions who could vouch for you or set you free, but they're nowhere to be found. The carriage you are put in is dark and has no window to see the outside as you are relocated to another place within the city. The next thing you know, you're in one of the city's jails, with no idea where you are, or how you could get back. You're put in claustrophobic cell by yourself, shackled to the wall by your hands.