Take the cloak, admitting defeat

It took Gregora all the willpower to admit this, but there was no winning this argument. Besides, while they were arguing, it got a little bit too cold, and the brunette wouldn’t mind something to protect her tender skin from the wind. With a deep sigh, the nudist said that she agrees to disagree and decides to comply.

“Finally,” the servicewoman exclaimed with a smirk of her own.

The green fabric enveloped Gregora’s body like a towel after a bath, and the two walked like that through the woodlands. The brunette’s shapely figure still attracted some gazes on the way back, but the reactions weren’t nearly as enthusiastic as with the caravan. Gregora still waved to the several passersby they encountered and even jiggled her butt a couple times, causing her guard companion to scoff. Still, she failed to capture the same feeling of liberty she experienced before, and a smile on the girl’s face turned into a frown. Finally, the two reached the nudist’s house. Gregora gracefully took off the cloak as she was behind her fence, but the servicewoman refused to take it back.

“You can keep it. It’ll probably be a bit… Unhygentic to wear it again, I’ll just explain everything back at the camp and get a new one.”

What a prude, Gregora thought and rolled her eyes.

“And no public indecency from now on, ma’am,” the guard added before finally leaving, “I’ve remembered your face… And other parts of your figure as well.”

Gregora chuckled a bit at that last remark, then turned around and went back into her house. This morning surely was a mixed bag. On one hand, the brunette got to enjoy her jog and fearlessly flaunted her nudity in front of both the surrounding folks and the cold weather. On the other hand, she faced defeat at the hands of the law. Maybe, the nudist thought as she sat down at her table, she wasn’t meant to change Dun Morogh, and the prudence had its roots too deep here. Or, perhaps, she simply didn’t have what it takes to stand up to the outdated and unfair system.

“Hell no,” Gregora finally said to herself as she got up and clenched her fists, “it was just one battle, not the war.”

The girl, still naked, worked to turn on the stove. She then threw the guard’s cloak right into the flames and watched it burn with a confident spark in her eyes. Today was disappointing, but she will surely try again tomorrow.

BAD ENDING A: Leave to Strip Another Day