Walk back to the city, naked.

It's a long, slow walk back to the city of Redfathom. Hours of creeping down country roads with my breasts bouncing free in the open air, hiding behind trees whenever I spot anyone coming my way. More than once I turn a corner and come face to face with a caravan of travellers, who all laugh as they see me squeal and dive for a nearby ditch. It's humiliating. At least the breeze is nice on my bare skin, though.

I breath a sigh of relief as the Witchstone Gate comes into view, but it doesn't mean my torment is over. There's no other way into the city, and I haven't managed to find any new clothes, so I'm **** to walk right in along the main road, under the leering eyes of the town guards. They detain me for several minutes so I can be searched for contraband, and also so the whole platoon can get a look at the stupid adventurer who lost all her clothes on a quest and had to walk back to the city in the nude. All the passing merchants and peasants get a look at me. When they finally let me go, I have to run back to my inn along side streets and alleyways, praying I won't run into anyone I know. I climb in through a back window, sit down on my bed and let out a sigh of relief that my naked ordeal has finally come to a close. I grab some clothes out of my bag and take a while to rest before moving on.

I may have failed that job, but I still need money. Maybe the Adventurer's Guild will have something else for me.