Yes

Zoriah led Callum out of his cell and into a dark corridor. She signalled for him to stop and listened. A faint rumbling noise came from down the hall, and Zoriah let out a sigh of relief.

”I think the plan is working, come quickly now”, she whispered.

The noise increased as they moved down the hallway until they reached a door. They carefully peeked inside. It looked like a guard's room, with half a dozen bandits spread around the chamber. All of them appeared to be in a deep sleep. A few were sprawled on the floor while others slumped in chairs and the stuffy room rumbled from their collective snoring.

Zoriah pointed to another door at the other end of the room, and they entered and made their way through the gang of sleeping guards, carefully watching their steps.

”I brought them some wine and organised a little feast”, Zoriah whispered as they passed one of the men, sitting face down in a scarlet pool from a tipped over mug on the table in front of him. ”I think you are familiar with this particular vintage.”

Callum noticed that a few of the guards' trousers were pulled down. One even sported a full erection. His cock stood at full attention while the owner snored on his back on the floor. Callum raised an eyebrow and looked at Zoriah.

”It took some time for the sedative to work. Some of them were in the mood for... revelry”, Zoriah explained quietly as they left the room and entered another dark hallway.

Callum gave her a sullen look, and he thought he saw a faint blush on the madam's cheeks. He didn't know what the word 'revelry' meant, but it made him feel both guilty and jealous.

But he let the matter rest, and soon the corridor lead to a set of ascending wooden stairs, which in turn lead to an entryway with a sturdy front door. Zoriah pushed the door slightly ajar and peered out. There was an alley outside. It was dark, and nobody was in sight.

”The coast should be clear, let's get out of here”, she whispered.

As they moved down the alley, Callum heard moans and strange noises from up ahead. As they reached a small passageway, Callum peeked around the corner and suddenly realised from where the noise came. To his big surprise, he saw Almi and Elara – but they were not alone.

Almi was bent over between two bandits. One ruffian was gleefully fucking her from behind and slapping her pale arse while the other one stuffed her face full of his cock, holding her down with a tight grip on her red hair. Her big tits jiggled with every hard thrust and the alley echoed with the sounds of slapping flesh and her muffled moans as they used her. Next to them was Elara in an even more precarious situation. She was bent over an old wooden crate with her dress pulled over her shapely buttocks while a third and particularly mean looking brute loomed over her, pinning her down with rough hands while he pounded her. She yelped meekly, and the position in which he fucked her looked odd – Callum realised that his cock must be going up her arse!

He stared at the strange spectacle, both appalled and fascinated. Zoriah pulled his arm.

”I guess they wanted the girls more than the wine,” she hissed. ”But it worked nonetheless. Let's sneak past while they are distracted. The girls have been around before and I fully confident that they can handle it.”

Callum prayed to the gods that she was right.

They left the alley and started making their way back to the brothel through the sleeping city.