Wrong

"Let's go, everyone. Everything means everything." Lemina was overseeing the extraction of materials from Thurkla's relatively meager household. Of course, Thurkla herself could only watch as all of her possessions were promptly repossessed. It seemed cruel, but Lemina either didn't notice she was there or simply didn't care.

The first things to go had been the items of most monetary value, those being Thurkla's meager savings. Her small emergency stock of gold coins had been carefully hidden in a pristine lockbox under her bed. This only covered about a tenth of what she owed, however, so the guild had to start taking more tangible assets next. The first was the lockbox itself, which, though it was only made of polished wood, was well-crafted and would fetch a decent price from any reasonable merchant. Of course, it was so immaculate because it was one of Thurkla's most prized possessions, a gift from her mother before she struck out on her own to make her fortune, a goal that seemed quite ironic now.

That was only the beginning, though. The next things to go were the few nice things Thurkla had managed to get for herself over the years: a set of china dishes, a wooden picture frame she had never found a picture to put in, and the silk sheets she kept in her closet but was too afraid to actually sleep on. This made a small dent in her debt, but there was still more to go, so next went the furniture. She didn't have much, just her bed, kitchen table, and a pair of chairs for when she had company over (which had yet to happen, leaving one of the chairs unused), and those were followed by her cabinets and wardrobe. Of course, the wardrobe included the few sets of clothes inside of it, leaving Thurkla with the prospect of being naked for the foreseeable future.

Her debt was about half-cleared by this time, meaning the guild members had to get creative. The raw materials of the house itself would do nicely, so down came the metal roof, the wooden walls and inner dividers, and even the flooring. When the house itself was gone, leaving Thurkla with just a small empty plot of land to her name, that too was seized as Lemina placed a sign in the ground reading, Property of the Transport Guild.

Lemina, doing some quick calculations on parchment, approached the orc girl, who was now on her knees in the dirt, without the energy to even cry, and said. "Look at that, it looks like you had just enough assets to cover your losses. I'd consider myself lucky if I were you. If you'd still been in the red, we'd have had to explore... alternative means of payment." Thurkla simply blubbered out a response, less words than the kinds of sounds baby orcs made before learning language.

Lifting her up by the arm, Lemina brushed the dust off of her former driver's shoulders and continued. "Well, I'd say it's been great having you in the guild, but I'm not a liar, so I won't. Instead, you can have this." She handed the orc girl the one thing from her house that she didn't need, or at least couldn't think of a way to sell: a small cleaning rag that might have once been white but now more closely resembled a murky gray. "This was beyond what you owed, so you can keep it. Keep yourself clean, it's the least you can do now."

Without waiting for a response, the guild master turned around and started to walk away before something popped into her mind. "Oh, I almost forgot." Thurkla's ears perked up, a small sliver of hope appearing in her eyes. Taking out her book, Lemina ripped out a small piece of pink-dyed parchment and handed it to Thurkla. "Beauracracy, I know, but it needs to be official. Anyway, have a nice life, and good luck. You'll need it." And with that, Lemina followed the other guild members as they carried away everything that had once belonged to Thurkla, leaving her jobless, penniless, destitute, and completely naked.

Naked herself, but no less sympathetic, Morgala walked over to the distraught woman and slowly wrapped her arms around her waist. "It's... I'm so sorry. This shouldn't have happened to you."

Thurkla just stood in silence for a moment, looking at the place where her house used to be, before she whispered, "It's all gone. I don't have anything, anymore." She wasn't sniffling, just letting the tears flow down her face. Morgala just looked at her, unable to find the words to console her. She wasn't in much better shape herself, but at least she still had a place to go back to.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Morgala's head, and she spun Thurkla around to face her. "Come live with me."

Thurkla had to do a double-take. "Wha-what?"

"I work for the Brandts, some of the wealthiest nobles in the land. They always have room for new servants. You can work with me, we can live together, sleep... together..." Morgala had no idea why the prospect of sleeping next to her new crush made her so embarrassed; they'd spent the better part of a day wandering around naked and even had the best sex of her life more than once.

Thurkla just stared back at Morgala, surprise covering her face. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Morgala looked back, slightly confused. It seemed like the right thing to do, and it would make both of them happy, so why not?

Thurkla, who had never seen such a kind gesture extended to her before, leaned forward and locked lips with her girlfriend, using the last of her energy to thank her in the best way she knew. "Thank you so much."

Morgala answered the kiss in kind, sensually rubbing the back of Thurkla's head, enjoying the softness of her hair and the firmness of the muscles in her back. Of course, their PDA could only last so long; they were on private property after all, so the two lovers merrily skipped off, naked butts shaking seemingly without a care in the world. Now, in actuality, they had a lot of cares, the first of which being how they were going to get to Brandt Keep in the first place.