While the four adventurers were frolicking in the stream, one of the bandits followed them. Jebren, was a ranger, and he knew how to stalk the forests unseen and unheard, all while he saw and heard everything.
"Hee hee! Don't touch me there, it tickles!"
Oh, the things Jebren saw. He was only supposed to keep an eye on the women and report back if any opportunities presented themselves, and the four women were absolutely presenting. They splashed and swam, the water dripped off their skin and glistened in the sunlight, their breasts bounced and jiggled and … bounced some more, their nipples hardened in the chilling stream. It was the stuff that dreams were made of.
There was also the loot. The women's equipment lay discarded on the riverbank. The Paladin's sword and armor was probably worth the most, but the mages' clothes could be enchanted as well, and magic always added a few zeros to any price. Also, if he swiped their gear and ran, he had less chance of being discovered eyeing their beautiful naked bodies.
Thus was his dilemma. On one hand, money and safety; on the other hand, boobies. Money, safety; boobies. Truly in the history of time, no one had ever faced a harder (pun intended) decision. If he left now, he would never get the chance to see these women as they were, but if he stayed, they would kill him. Of course, if he was going to die, having four naked women on him was not a bad way to go, but he would rather not go today.
Finally, the primordial drive of self-preservation won out over the innate desire to watch bouncing tits, and Jebren grabbed every last scrap of loot, including the women's clothing, and vanished into a forest. He wiped a tear from his eye as he left, for he knew that he would never again see such perfect, naked women in such a perfect, naked state again in his life.
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