Had the Madam’s pupils been cursed so they’d shift their shape based on her emotions, she’d have all of a sudden become the proud inventor of an icon that symbolized both sex and gold at the same time as she stared at the nude giant in front of her. The whimper that Enna let out was of sheer excitement rather than fear, and perhaps of a bit of arousal from the surprise fingering, and the only way she was able to relieve it was to hug something<i>right now</i>. The Madam’s arms wrapped around the warlock’s back into an embrace so tight that the two women’s cheeks, busts, and bellies squished into one another for several moments until Enna was finally done making the noise.<br/><br/>“—nnnnnh!” she concluded and released her victim from the hug, still shaking in a crazed buzz. Enna grabbed the girl by her shoulders and stared straight into her eyes, speaking in an over-serious tone, “Do you realize what this means?!”<br/><br/>The Madam circled about on the road in front of the blue man and seemed indecisive of what to do about him, until suddenly she turned towards the woods and declared her new plan: “To the Caravan! Follow me, to a life of luxury and excitement! We shall travel where the world takes us, with no one to tell us what to do! Except… err, I might sometimes tell you what to do, but I am going to pay you, in gold, so it’s like you’re my employees, you see, but we’re all going to be rich, or rich<i>-er</i>if you are already, rich, err… Heh, I realize I actually know nothing about either of you, and uh, I’m Enna, umm… Madam Clitfiddler, for you. Call me the Madam, if you will,” and finally she took a deep breath, looked at the warlock once again, and spoke with a calmer tone, “You can call me Enna, sweetie, since you already know my… taste.”<br/><br/>The Madam stood by the roadside and stared into the murky woods for a while. “Umm… actually, just wait here, will you? It’ll be easier if I go fetch our ride and then we can be on our way. Sooner rather than later. I won’t be long!”<br/><br/>With that, she entered the woods for the second time, and left the girl and the shackled brute alone on the dark road. Whether they stayed there, came after her, or bailed out, after a couple of minutes, followed by a loudening rattling of mechanical gears and the hissing of pneumatic tubes, a kodo-sized mechanical vehicle on four spidery legs made it through the thicket onto the road. The Madam sat there on the driver’s seat wearing nothing but her boots and a pair of goggles, with an expression that suggested to anyone watching that the vibrations of her seat weren’t entirely unintentional.<br/><br/>Another walker appeared from behind the first one, followed by two more, and once all four vehicles had come to a stop, the Madam hopped onto the road and proceeded to open the circular hatch to the hot-pink carriage right behind the walker that she’d been driving.<br/><br/>“Welcome,” the Madam announced at the human warlock and the shackled Draenei, “to the Caravan of Debauchery! …now let’s hurry up before anyone sees us—umm, I’m afraid I’m not exactly welcome around these parts of the fores—of the world, eh?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>