Wipe it away

You push the idea from your head. Regardless of how it tastes, you don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself, at least not like this. You grab a cloth from Gilly’s desk and you wipe down your tits. The moistness between your legs remains as your body aches for release. Looking around the room it seems nobody has noticed your actions with Gilly.

Just then you spot something on the desk. It appears to be your bronze adventuring badge. “Iyda Ironstag, Class: Fighter” it reads. You attach it to a piece of string and wear it around your neck. A heated argument has broken out at the table of adventurers pointed out to you by Gilly. That’s definitely worth investigating. Then again, the sensation between your legs won’t take care of itself.