<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ee7XrNa.png)</div>"If I ever find myself travelling back this way," Shay said. "I'll be sure give you both another rousing sermon about the Red Lady. But should you find yourself relieved of your post..." Shay leaned in and whispered a location to Garsha's ear, the location of a certain long-abandoned holy site. She gave Garsha a wink, sensual touch on the shoulder before she donned her armor and was outside the tent. Shalyn offered Raksha the same sensual touch on the shoulder, her hand brushing up along the orcess' neck and under her chin.<br/><br/>Shay adjusted the pin on her armor, currently pinned to strap attaching her loin plate to the rest of her body-accenting gear. Part of Shay debated about hiding the pin and allow herself to be "accosted" by orcs again while she was on the road. All of last's night festivities were fresh in her mind, the first round where both orcs reamed both of her lower holes together. Shalyn bit her lip, savoring the memory, the feeling of two orc-cocks straining inside of her and rubbing past each other through the wall separating her ass and pussy. It was an act of pure, unadulterated will to not collapse on the side of the road to see to herself.<br/><br/>Onward, Shay did press. Until she arrived at the city gates of Herondale. Shay made sure to unfix the pin that had granted her an unmolested journey from the toll point. She offered the guard who greeted her a smile--as well as stance that allowed him to see both her tits and ass in the same view as she stood there. "I am of the Society of the Red Lady," Shalyn said. "Priestess Shalyn at your service." A wink for an added thematic touch. "I am on pilgrimage, of many stops Herondale is one. I believe the madam of your Society chapter is expecting me." Or expecting pilgrim in general--Shay couldn't have been sure if messenger birds had reached the resident madam's ear.