The countless years spent luring your “boyfriend” into a sense of apathetic carelessness with the wards that trapped you within your tower had finally paid off.  Bound and gagged as you were by the cursed collar when he entered your room, he had been wholly unable to resist the pleading need in your eyes.  In his haste fueled by carnal need, he forgot to reactivate the containment ward behind him most likely thinking he would take care of it once he was finished with you.  Little did he know how depleted your magical reserves were and how much of his cum you required to flood into your womb to satiate that particular hunger of yours.  It was a simple enough matter to coax him into taking you over and over for hours on end until your womb was full of his reenergizing seed and he lay passed out from exhaustion in your bed; more importantly, however, was that the containment wards remained deactivated.<br/><br/>Seeking to take full advantage of this opportunity, you quickly gather all your belongings while your “boyfriend” snores blissfully before rushing out of the tower you were trapped within for far too long.  The wards were not the only security measures in place, but they were certainly the most effective.  Circumventing the gargoyle sentries and occasional acolyte was child’s play by comparison and before long you were sailing through the open air with a world full of opportunities before you.  It wasn’t long before you travelled far enough from the tower that you began seeing the first signs of civilization below you in the form of farmers tending to their fields or the occasional wagon travelling along the dirt roads.  As tempting as it might be to top off what little magic you used to escape the tower, it seemed far more essential to get more distance between you and your “boyfriend” before he woke up from his coma.<br/><br/>After several days of enjoying the open air beneath your wings, the first real opportunity you had to fly for so long and so far, the sun started to set just as a sizeable town appeared in the horizon.  As you get closer, you can see several tell-tale signs of it being a hub for trade given the size of its market.  Even though dusk is quickly approaching, the town seems to only be growing livelier as streetlights are lit, taverns are opening their doors to draw in customers, and performers are hitting the streets in an effort to draw a crowd.  The atmosphere seems to be alluding to some sort of local holiday celebration.  With the final quarter of the orange sun visible over the horizon, the marketplace is quickly filling up with locals that are an even mix of humans, elves, and half-elves with the occasional more exotic race mixed in.<br/><br/>Where you stand, you see a pair of young busty elven maidens running a stand that seems to be selling chocolates, candies, and other such sweets.  Within ogling view of them stands a small group of young men who have the sort of naive swagger of those who are constantly horny, but have the potential to be molded into proper lovers rather than having earned much significant experience of their own.  The final person worth noticing in your immediate area is a kitsune street performer who has attracted a handful of onlookers with his acrobatic stunts and suave charm.