Selariel draws a sharp intake of breath as he touches the smooth skin of her bare thigh and runs his fingers all the way up to the soft, supple flesh of her breast. "Nnnnngh," she moans as he rubs her stiffened nipple, rock-hard in his grasp. "No," the young sorceress gasps. "Please stop," she moans, as the warmth of arousal begins to spread through her lithe, elfin form. "Don't do that, it m-makes me feel..." Every muscle in her body is taut under the doctor's touch. She glances down to try and distract herself but all she sees is the people in the street looking up at her, pointing and gawking, and her eyes widen at the show she's putting on for them. People are watching, enjoying the sight of her being groped and molested before a window, like some lewd exhibit on display! Oh, how was she ever going to go out in that street again, knowing that everyone down there had seen all her most private, intimate parts and knew how she looked like beneath her clothing?<br/><br/>"Ow!" she yelps as the doctor smacks her on her bare ass-cheeks. She whirls around, both hands clamped over her stinging rump, momentarily forgetting to shield her modesty from his view and exposing her moist, glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. Selariel is breathing heavily, and her cheeks, shoulders and chest are flushed pink with embarrassment (and perhaps, not a little arousal from the doctor's expert touch). She watches him stroke the bulge in his pants and her heart sinks as she realizes what he wants. He only healed her so that he could lay with her.<br/><br/>The nubile elf looks around but there is no escape. He is bigger and stronger than her and where could she run to, without even shoes on her feet? If magic was truly frowned upon in this place, trying to use her spells on him might land her in hotter water. And Selariel did not relish the thought of being handed over to the authorities for refusing to pay, unclothed as she was in a foreign land. She has no clothing or money, and all she is good for now is the use of her spectacularly sexy body. A cheap, easy lay.<br/><br/>"I-I'm not a prostitute," she protests at his comment. "I'm a sorceress. I'm only doing this because I don't have money to pay you." She carefully undoes the bulge in his pants. "D-do you want to do it here?" she asks meekly, flushing bright red. If she blushed any harder she would burn her eyebrows off. "Or on the bed?"