The town itself was like so many others Tashiel had seen; a simple community neither quiet nor bustling, but rather falling just between. In the coming gloom of twilight it was much as it was still rather alive, and the militia at the gap in the surrounding palisade paid her no mind other than the usual longing glance that Tashiel had long since grown accustomed to receiving. At least... that would have been all, if not for her damaged clothing revealing more of her alluring figure than usual. Confident as they were in their positions the guards did not bother to hide their loose grins and predatory eyes as much as the common townsfolk, with one even whistling at the elven beauty as if to beckon her over to him.<br/><br/>Memory guided her steps, the elven woman's head swimming from the things she had felt in the dungeon, and the embarrassment of walking through town in such a state. A turn down a dimly lit alleyway, made all the more tenebrous in the rapidly disappearing sunlight, and then she would be at the temporary abode she had claimed for herself. Just a little further...<br/><br/>But distracted as she was Tashiel was not prepared for what was in many ways a continuation of her earlier experiences as, without warning, a jumble of rags sprang to life from the ground next to her. Something clung to her thigh, holding her in place for a moment, something alive in those rags. It was hands, no more than hands she realized, for something hot and wet ran up the inside of her thigh, a man's head pushing up under her skirt. A hand pulled her panties to one side, whilst an entire arm was wrapped tight around her leg in order to keep the elf trapped.<br/><br/>And then she felt it; a tongue running along her slit, licking her most sensitive region before pushing its way inside her. His fingers still holding her panties to one side her teased her clit with his free thumb, rewarding the sensitive nub with a long, hot lick. His other hand, arm still wrapped around her leg, spanked her as if to drive home the point that she was his toy for as long as he could manage to keep ahold of her. She couldn't even see the man's face... was this some mere vagrant, or a thug that had been waiting for her, knowing the route she was most likely to take? He had moved with such conscious intent, and reacted so readily to her passing...<br/><br/>But Tashiel had not the time for such thoughts as it were; the man adjusted, wrapped both arms around her legs and pinning her against the wall, head still buried beneath her skirt with lips and tongue kissing, licking, and sucking on her pussy. His fingers found her top, ripping it off of her, setting her full breasts free in the rapidly cooling air of twilight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">And again a roll for Hypersensitive, followed by a Check to escape. A failure on either means she is Defeated and unable to resist any further lewdness from her attacker, and if she is Defeated she may also gain Corruption during the following scene.</div></div>