The high road after all, but maybe a bit selfishly anyway.

Despite the rudeness of the knight, you had other things on your mind, and a minor encounter with a stranger could not shake you from your goal, and what a fine goal she was, visions of her fill your mind as you dust off, you could still see the cart off in the distance making its way through the winding streets and you set off in that direction, visions of your goddess filling your head, unfortunately for you the streets were fairly crowded with certainly peculiar characters, people wearing strangely colorful but flowing tunics escorted by tall equally well dressed gaurds, then there were shady types hanging by the alleys smoking pipes and playing dice games, and all manner of people in between. It was one such person who captured your attention long enough to lose track of the cart ahead of you.

It happened to be a well dressed noble a crossed the street, he was stroking his beard while admiring the melons of a fruit stall vendor as she bent over to show him her wares, when crafty rogue wearing a grey hood and dressing her slender body in brown leathers, snuck up behind him snatching his purse from his hip as if it was second nature for her. He however had turned his attention from the woman before him and glanced nearby to a waiting Litter with two strong shirtless men waiting to carry it and four gaurds standing idly waiting on their master, and in that moment he caught sight of the rogue stealing from him and exclaimed, calling his gaurds to catch her, she knew her cover had been blown so she made a break for it, sprinting through the crowd pushing past people in a way only those adept at street running can, the gaurds however had far less luck, as their shining armor seemed to make it more difficult for them to break through the crowd than the leather clad rogue could.

She was heading right for you though, pumping her thighs with powerful leaps over and around people in her way, dashing underneath the skirt of a passing woman who gasped as the action blew her ruffled dress up and revealed her quite ladylike bloomers to the world, the rogue however continued by leaping off the back of a man who had bent down to roll a barrel full of mead down the street, she was almost upon you and being a decent fellow you decided to try to do the right thing and turned to face her, planting yourself firmly in her path. But it was for naught since she merely dived to your right and back flipped off a hay cart beside you, further cart wheeling behind you and heading for an alleyway, turning to watch the nimble thief, you could just will her to stop, but her body was too distracting, covered in a light sheen of sweat, she glistening in the sun as she ran, her hard limber muscles flexing underneath her fair alabaster skin, and the leather of her pants only helped to outline the curves of her very fine derrière. Your reverie was broken however as the gaurds crashed into you and pushed passed you in pursuit of her, but it was hopeless really, despite the gaurds best efforts she had ducked into the alleyway and into safety. Even though the gaurds followed. It wasn't long until they emerged empty handed.

You turned having enjoyed the momentary thrill to look for Hobart's cart again, but unfortunately in the excitement he had gotten away from you. Now however that thief's fine ass was foremost on your mind, and as you searched the crowd you noticed a few peculiar things. Namely the women among the crowd.

Despite the immense amount of people crowding the street you did notice two things in particular about the women present, firstly that each and every one of them was beautiful with smooth skin of many different colors and complexions with very attractive womanly bodies which you couldn't help to admire, and you didn't need to imagine them either since secondly many of the women wore rather skimpy parodies of conventional clothing, though from several different eras and cultures they all had one thing in common, to show off the flesh she so deliciously wrapped up in these silks, cottons, leather or lace. But whether if this fashion was due to custom or the rather scalding heat of the day was unclear to you since many of the men also wore rather loose fitting breezy clothing as well, you were probably out of place wearing your modern wear anyway and should probably rectify that as soon as possible.

So you made your way onward in the direction you last saw Hobold going, and began to try to accidently bump into these lovely ladies along the way, it didn't help your stiffy feeling the silk bodice of a woman's barely contained bosom graze your arm here, and then squeezing by another woman rubbing yourself against her firm but plump ass, swaddled in a frilly skirt with lace edges. To your delight the street was crowded enough to pass this off for quite some time. Grinding against as many women as you could as you walked, always keeping an eye out for the most attractive and subtly making your way over to her just for the chance to rub her on your way past.

It was this quest which drew your eyes to a truly alluring sight. A truly massive pair of breasts defied gravity as a particular woman stood off the the side of the street puffing on a cigarette holder made of silver that exuded strangely blue smoke softly.

The woman was very well built, wearing a heavy corset which seemed from the sturdy belt like straps over her shoulders to be made specifically to contain her mammoth breasts which outclassed every single lady you had seen so far. You were surprised she could even stand upright, which to your further amazement and wonder as her form seemed even more impossible to your eyes since you found her most slender waist impossibly shaped, so thin you would swear you could wrap your hands around it and have ample room for your fingers to touch, that waspy waist flared out to two wide hips with sparkling star tattoos upon her hip bones, and thick stemmed thighs which tapered down to slender thighs and feet encased in the highest heels you have ever seen a woman wear. Other than the heals and corset she seemed to wear only a bolero jacket with mesh sleeves all the way down her slender arms and capped with gloves which she holds her smooth silver cigarette holder with, and a equally as shiney pocket watch in the other hand. Other than that the woman was wearing a small pair of silk shorts which would be more aptly classified as panties since they had frilly lace ruffles all a crossed them, and hugged her camel toe quite deliciously, but they were held up firmly by a slender belt which accentuated her hips with a shiny silver belt buckle which seemed to have a strange symbol upon it, The symbol itself was a circle with a triangle intersecting it from below, it's meaning escaped you for the moment as it seemed your staring had drawn her eye.

Her face was artfully made up and her eyebrows drawn on darkly, which contrasted well with her ruby painted lips, her emerald eyes glinted like a cat's for a moment as she winked at you, a smile curling her mouth a little bit predatorily, before she took a drag from her cigarette and opened her full mouth and let the blue smoke slowly slide out past her pillowy lips, then to your surprise with a glint of her tongue ring flashing at you, she started to blow smoke rings upwards towards a large wooden sign which proclaimed that the establishment she stood before was 'Madame Maxima's Curious Corner', assumably she was the proprietor and therefore Madame Maxima herself. The woman was surely intriguing, but was she worth distracting you from your quest to save Vessa from the clutches of Hobold?