<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove was more than a little pleased when Angelique accepted her invitation to escort her to the village.  It wasn't much all by itself, but Gurlove knew that it was a beginning since the woman would need a chance to gather new clothing and a place to stay and all that, something that the half-orc could easily help her with, advancing her own desires at the same time.  At the mention of gathering the rest of her stuff, Gurlove would nod in agreement.  "Need to get my stuff as well," she mentioned, "It's nearby.  Was setting up camp when I heard your screams and came to investigate."  She gestured off in the direction of her small camp, knowing that it was actually on the way towards the village based on their position, which would make it easier for them.  She would then watch and take note of what gear the woman had at her disposal.  Seemed like she had most of the basics, which was good, but then see sighed and seemed very concerned about something.<br/><br/>"Beast dead," she replied to the comment about raising the beast, "Best leave it that way.  Displacer's fierce and element of surprise gone."  She chuckled slightly, knowing that she had been lucky in the situation as Angelique had softened the beast up and had it distracted so she could get in a good, strong pair of blows to render it almost completely eliminated.  Then the beautiful woman mentioned that she had lost her money pouch and asked for Gurlove to help look for it.  But even as she said that, Gurlove found herself very distracted as the girl's ass was waving in the air, tempting her to do things that she had been thinking about since she had gotten a good look at the woman.  Gurlove's eyes followed those swaying hips, aware that it was only a layer of thin undergarments that barely hid anything.  If it was light, Gurlove was doubtful anything would be hidden.<br/><br/>Her feet were moving almost before she knew what she was doing as she drew closer, aware that Angelique was more interested in searching for her money pouch than what Gurlove was doing.  Taking a deep breath, the half-orc beauty would allow one of her rough hands, now no longer holding her axe which was resting on the ground nearby, to run along the barely covered and flawless ass for just a moment before she moved to the side slightly.  "Help you find pouch," she said, "Though looks like it's gone.  Must've been lost in fighting, yes?" Gurlove looked and couldn't find the pouch, so unless Angelique was able to spot it, then it would appear that the gorgeous woman's money pouch was long gone, leaving her with no money, destroyed clothes, and limited resources outside of that.