As Lycoris entered the inn, it was clear her plans had worked marvelously.  Alinia was stretched out on one of the tables, her clothing still intact and  a small pile of copper and silver pieces on the table next to her.  Two men were currently "enjoying" her, one pounding her sex from behind while the other was forcing his manhood into her mouth.  Alinia herself was covered in white spunk, mostly on her face and down her legs, but quite a bit of it ended up on her back as well.  Whatever fight was in her looked to be long gone, as she laid on the table with a vacant expression in her eyes.  Every so often, Lycoris could hear a moan coming out of her, likely her body building towards a climax it was constantly denied thanks to the spell, although it was hard to tell over the raucous cheers of the small crowd around the table and the bard singing one of the most lewd songs Lycoris had ever heard.