Tewi followed closely behind the group as they came into the town, looking around nervously at the guards as they watched her.  She ended up holding an arm in front of her breasts, both to protect herself and to prevent the cursed suit from slipping off of her - she already had several embarrassing issues because of that.<br/><br/>She tried to stay back in a corner while they met with the captain, blushing even more at the idea of molesting slavegirls and even taking their own.  She didn't doubt that the half-orc would love to do something like that, but she had no interest in such a thing.  Taking poor girls, tying them up, raping them constantly...<br/><br/>After a moment, she realized she was starting to fantasize about being one of those girls, and shook her head to snap out of it.  Ever since she found this suit and put it on, it seemed to constantly project all sorts of sexual fantasies on her, and it was very difficult to keep a clear mind of it.  She missed most of the conversation, but managed to hear Varg's last question.  "If they try to fight back, I can try to knock them down and disarm them, at least.  Knocking them out so they can't follow us would probably be better, though."