Walk of Shame

"Right. So Shadowheart gets an extra helping at dinner. And plenty of booze! And priority when we can afford to go clothes shopping." Karlach declared... And after a moment, she looked back.

"Anything else we could do for you? Help make up for... Y'know..."

At long last, the party had the supplies they needed! Food to last a few days. A few healing items. Which was good because, at the moment, their healer wasn't exactly feeling charitable.

In return for their supplies, Shadowheart had... Nothing. She owned nothing. No gear, no items, apart from her staff, which was about as basic as can be. And no undergarments. She clutched her nude, pale body. Struggling to somehow hide her perky breasts, her partially trimmed crotch, AND carry her staff.

All while walking. In public. The town wasn't as big as Baldur's Gate, but they still had plenty of eyes on the completely exposed Cleric.

"One might think that you would be happy." Lae'zel scoffed, taking up the rear... And watching Shadowheart's shapely rear in return.

"Your goddess represents loss, among other things. Does it not please her to lose your clothing and dignity?"

It's hard to tell if Lae'zel was intentionally trying to antagonize her nude companion-- But she rarely needed to "try" when it came to angering Shadowheart. The Sharran swiveled toward her, leaning up toward her face! Breasts pressing against her cold chest armor.

"Maybe I should try losing a vile, ungrateful party member instead!" She snapped, anger outdoing her need to hide her body.

"Ah! Seems we should **** you into nudity more often. You nearly sound like a warrior!" Lae'zel hissed in return, face looming close.

"Ladies, ladies, please-!" Karlach tried to mediate! While taking note of the crowd, who had slowly started gathering to ogle Shadowheart and her scantily dressed allies.