She goes.

Shairi nodded. “Yes, you’re right. We should be going.” The power of even such a small group orcs was tempting to Shairi’s ambitions, but she knew it would be more trouble that it was worth. And, more importantly, there was the matter of her maidenhood. She didn’t have any basic objection to being fucked by orcs – in fact, while reading Lady Baybury she’d fantasised about it a lot – but it was not how she’d chose to lose her virginity, especially now she had that choice.

As she suspected, getting out of the camp was easy. At one point an orc guard stopped her, making her heart skip a beat. But he only wanted to squeeze her bare arse and whisper an obscene suggestion in her ear. She gave him her best slutty grin, and hurried on after he left.

Leaving the camp under the cover of darkness was simple, although Shairi didn’t breath easy until she was far away. But this, of course, left her with another problem. She was naked in the middle of the wilderness, and the cold night wind was already raising goosebumps on her soft skin. She needed clothes, food and shelter.

She walked for a while in a random direction (there was no way to navigate in the dark). Eventually, just as she was ready to lie down and curl up into a shivering ball, she saw lights up ahead. Her pace quickened eagerly. Lights meant fire, perhaps a farmhouse where she could find some charity. Of course, as she hurried forwards it did occur to her that there could be other, less pleasant sources of light.