Ah, twas the joyous sound of a woman suffering soreness of the ass... Midori took pride in leaving such a clearly experienced woman in such a state. Still the woman was a professional, and Gloria had them their bracelets, recommendations, and some additional suggestions for the town. Excellent service, Midori thought as she put the bracelet on, quickly glanced over the written suggestions before tucking it into her cleavage after she pressed her breasts together tightly, and took note of the spoken city suggestions, all in that order.<br/><br/>Leaving her breasts to fall free - the lists vanishing into thin air in the process - MIdori was... confused to say the least. Perhaps there was a language gap, but Midori was confused about what she'd said:<br/><br/>"Eto, what 'improper' question did you ask?" Midori inquired, confused, and upon following explanation. "OH, the milk! Hai hai, yes, my wife will be available to provide you with a reasonable number of bottles per your request later. I will make sure to contact you upon our return. Now, if you don't mind..."<br/><br/>And then they were off, out to the party in the streets. At her wife's eagerness, it would seem this Oswald fellow was their first target. Finally blowing her load after so many days had left her even more excitable now, which put her right at home in the party atmosphere. Midori of course remained as composed as she usually was, taking her wife's hand to help keep her behaved and not wandering off. Thankfully, her wife was surprisingly adept about pointing out the highlights of the stalls as they wandered by, the various wares and foods, and Midori certainly picked up on the surprising number of women bare-breasted women about, some with beads as their only 'coverings' above their waists. No complete nudity however, even if her wife was the most extreme close example to such a thing... a shame really.<br/><br/>Of course, Midori spotted the caravan they were looking for, but waited for her excited wife to inform her she had 'discovered' it herself. Her almost childish antics amused her greatly, and she reached up to pat her wife's hand within her own.<br/><br/>"Now now, you'll need to calm down my dear; we don't want to accidentally break the fine gnome you know," Midori kindly chastises, smiling all the while however. "And we'll consider the pump, but only for sales, understood?"<br/><br/>Midori did after all prefer to extract her own milk servings herself...<br/><br/>"I am tempted to buy a leash to keep you in line..." Midori teased... well, not really teased as they came upon the caravan and one of the first things she saw was a leash and collar hanging off of a gnomish that had to be either a plaything OR an assistant. "...actually that looks nice... pardon me miss, but would you happen to know where the Mr. Oswald happens to be? We would like to speak with him, and peruse his wares."