Try the side entrance

The usual users of the old side entrance weren't what Venus would call "civilized," and that realization also granted her a bit of insight. If they used it primarily for shifting contraband, they wouldn't want to move the goods by day, and risk blowing their cover. If she was going to go by the side entrance, now was the time.

She watched the front gate with a trained eye, observing the guards there. The best time to make her move across the open terrain was just prior to the changing of the guard, when the posted guards were more worried about being relieved than much else. She lay in wait for a few hours, the rising sun warming her bare back and bare breasts pressed into the cool earth, as she watched for her opening. Finally, a little before noon, she could see the signs the guards were getting tired. The lax gazes, and slight antipathy they showed about checking wagons and the like told her everything she needed.

Gauging the distance from the treeline to the side entrance, she figured it was about a thousand feet. A long run, sure, but one she could still make relatively quickly. Plus, she would actually only be exposed to the guards for less than half of that, since the curve of the wall would conceal her from the front gate fairly quickly.

Another wagon rolled up, the guards heading towards it to at least look like they were searching it. Taking advantage of the distraction it offered, she took to her feet, sprinting across the grassy field towards the side entrance. Legs flashing, arms pumping, and breasts bouncing, she covered the distance from the treeline to the side entrance in less than a minute, tucking in next to the old, heavy door in the wall. Surprisingly, she didn't hear any shouts from anyone spotting her, and she thanked the gods for that.

Chest heaving, she leaned against the rough stone wall for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Looking down at herself, she actually laughed a bit at her appearance, despite the situation. While her feet were certainly dirty, the majority of the dirt was stuck to her breasts and chest where it had found the numerous large splatters of dried Kappa cum. What amused her was how the dirt gave her something kind of like a skin-tight shirt.

Turning to the old door, she grabbed its' handle and pulled, the door surprisingly quiet as it opened. It was obviously well-maintained by someone. As it opened, she found herself presented with a small passage through the wall, with another one branching off just to her left. She could hear two voices, locked in conversation, coming from down that way.

She figured they were guards from one of the local crime outfits, but she could be mistaken. She considered walking in there, and asking for clothes. There was a chance the guards wouldn't see a nearly-naked woman as much of a threat, and that was something she could leverage to her advantage, possibly giving her a chance to snag some clothing. The only other option lie in sneaking past them.