“SMUTTY ADVENTURERS WANT—” the shout from the bottom of her lungs was cut short when the Madam turned around and noticed she’d been yelling entirely in the wrong direction for too long. A woman had appeared out of nowhere, or possibly along the road, and she certainly could qualify for an adventurer and there was no question about<i>smutty</i>.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Enna replied to the warlock’s comment and coughed lightly to fix her voice, “I’m afraid I can’t give you much of a warning, but if you will join my Caravan of Debauchery, I guarantee it worth your while! There will be gold and sex, and… gold, and… sex,” the Madam repeated as she eyed the silver-haired beauty from head to toe, and spent quite a while staring at everything in between. While the tanned girl seemed to hover slightly above the fel flames beneath her heels, she actually appeared taller than Enna, even though she was in fact shorter and smaller, especially sideways.<br/><br/>“We’ll travel through the—” Enna paused and peeked behind the girl where an odd company of men approached, “May I help… you,” the Madam spoke at them but once again found herself lost with words when her eyes landed upon the nakedness of the Draenei behind them. The words ‘adventurer’, ‘buy’, and ‘gold’ made it into her consciousness through the buzz of her overactive imagination, and before the men could even finish their presentation, the Madam was already on her way to fetch the price, uttering something about not taking long and that nobody should move until she’s back.<br/><br/><i>Yes-yes-yes-yes</i>was pretty much all that Enna could think of while she rummaged through the heavy drawers of the storage vehicle and piled up all the gold she could quickly find. In one hand she held a small mirror and then let out the occasional whimper at the sight of her ruined make-up, while the other hand kept switching from task to task: applying bright-purple gloss on her thick lips, browsing for dresses in an odd-shaped wardrobe at the back of the mechano-walker, and wiping her face clean with a small towel so she could then redo the make-up that somehow ended up just the way she wanted even in the hurry she was in.<br/><br/>Once a dress was on and her legs had slipped into a pair of black, thigh-high boots, the Madam headed back for the road. Had she overdone the make-up? Nope. Was the gold still here? Yep. Did the dress represent her as the Madam, leader of the Caravan, and not—ooh fuck, it was too late to change now! The blackish violet satin evening dress was one of her most exquisite ones. The hem dragged in the filth of the forest undergrowth as she scuttled to meet with her brand new crew. Maybe, if she was just careful enough, she could wash it up later and— a long tearing sound followed the last five steps that she took to end up back on the road with the group. Okay, how bad was it? The fluid-like cloth dropped like a veil at her feet, and then the long branch of a tree that her body had bent along flipped back like a catapult and flung the ripped satin garment so far into the woods behind her that it was nowhere to be seen. Well… at least Enna still had her boots, but otherwise she was just as naked as before.<br/><br/>Slotting gold coins into the pockets of the two elderly men, the Madam felt a blush rising onto her cheeks.<i>Shut up and take my money,</i>Enna thought, and when she was done, the men found themselves so much richer that not asking for the original five<i>million</i>now must’ve been their deepest regret.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>