The cool water raised goosebumps on Melisara's naked flesh as she washed herself in a back room of Barlow's shop. Stella was getting dressed nearby as the minstrel stole another glance at her fabulous ass. All in all it had been a very enjoyable lunch. Barlow was straightening his shop before opening again; thankfully there wasn't too much of a mess.
Melisara blew Stella a kiss as the woman walked into the shop proper to kiss her husband good-bye. The blond was speaking softly with Barlow, outside of even the elven minstrel's ears. Not that Melisara minded, let the two have their conversation. She had just about managed to get herself washed and cleaned when she realized that she only had half of her clothing.
"Have either of you seen my.... eww..." she called as she poked her head around an inside corner of the shop. Stella and Barlow were poking at what remained of Melisara's skirt. It had been trampled upon, covered with cum and other bodily fluids, ripped, and stained with barbeque sauce from a knocked over pot.
"I'm not sure you want what's left of it, love," said Stella from the shop. "Do you need something to wear?"
Melisara shook her head, "I've another in my bag. Why don't you just... throw that out."
Barlow grunted and pushed the remains of the skirt into a rubbish bin while he accepted a kiss from his wife. "I'll be home after work," he told her as Stella slipped out of the shop.
Melisara went back to cleaning herself, getting dressed in what remained of her outfit before digging through her bag looking for her spare skirt. Barlow was reopening his shop and Melisara could hear the hustle and bustle of townsfolk from outside the front of the shop. She frowned as she found a folded note in her bag. Opening it and reading, she began to curse quietly.
"Songstress ~ Thanks for the good times and your skirt as a memento ~ Crew of The North Wind"
Realizing that there was no way she could walk out the front half naked, Melisara got her lute, belt and gear onto her body and poked just her head back around the corner of the shop. "I'll just slip out the back, lover. Thanks for lunch!" She waved and blew Barlow a kiss, grabbed a couple of sausages for later and slunk into the back alley behind the shop.
Her pulse and breath quickened as she slipped from box to barrel through the alley. She wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement, but she felt very alive as she moved quietly, hoping she didn't catch attention from any guards or unsavories. She wouldn't have any real excuse for wandering about in her current state, nor would she have anything to offer in her defense except her body or fencing while half nude. She licked her lips slightly as she considered the potential entertainment, but settled for shaking her head. "Focus, Mel... can't get caught now," she whispered to herself as she slunk down the alleyways of the city, hoping she was going in the right direction. She'd have a better chance at not being thrown in prison if she could make it towards the Kettle. |