Naked in the City (Patreon)

"Why are we visiting Sandpoint, Autumn?" Ophelia looked around. The city streets of the coastal town were bustling with people of all races and ages. But despite the diversity, there was one aspect with which they were all unified: they wore clothes while Ophelia and Autumn were as naked as the days they were born.

Autumn replied. "I love a tavern here. Getting defeated by some ancient, primal elf was some experience! I've never fought anyone like her. She was impossibly quick and seemed to know almost everything that I was going to do before I committed to doing it! I'm glad that she turned out to be ally, rather than foe. Sae could have slain me if you didn't cast that Hold Person spell upon her, my friend! I owe you my life and a drink. No, a whole damned keg!"

Ophelia modestly blushed at the offer. "Oh, Autumn...it was nothing. I appreciate the gesture, but I don't drink mead or ale. Although...I wouldn't turn down a cup of nectar juice, though."

Autumn brought back the subject of conversation to the blonde she-elf. "After you healed me, I was prepared for a second round of battle, yet it didn't come. Sae was helpless, yet we didn't take advantage of her."

"Thank Sarenrae, that cooler heads prevailed once the combat ended. We've even gained a new ally. I--"

Ophelia just noticed a halfling lustfully licking his lips. The little fellow had looked her over from head to toe like a piece of meat before walking past her. The cleric had even heard a barely audible "Damn, girl!" as he passed.

Autumn jokingly took on a mock erudite accent of a professor, similar to the ones that Ophelia had studied under at university. "They say the sight of a young female's bare buttocks in the afternoon sun is sexually arousing to the males of the species. Some females as well..."

If Ophelia noticed Autumn's attempt at humor, she showed no sign of it. "Some of these people act as though they have never seen a naked girl before." Ophelia noticed another man leering at her bare breasts, this time it was a wizard covered in dark clothing.

"You're very beautiful." Autumn half-joked. Ophelia was a very attractive young woman, even to Autumn, but Autumn knew why they were really staring. The Dalmascan was the subject of much attention herself due to her immense breasts flopping up and down or swaying back and forth. A pirate's jaw was wide open with surprise. A little boy who was playing in the streets  stopped dead in his tracks once he saw Autumn's gigantic breasts. "Holy  shit!" exclaimed the boy, all wide-eyed with excitement. The boy's mother, on the other hand, scowled at Autumn. "Filthy Dalmascan whore! There are children present!" Autumn politely ignored the irate woman, as she continued her moral tirade in the distance.

Ophelia quietly voiced the unfortunate truth. "No, that's not it. Sadly, this region's people aren't used to interacting with unclad cultures like my own sandy Osirion or your temperate Dalmasca. Although "nudity" is considered 'traditional culture' nowadays, not everyone wears garments."

"Certainly not in public. Hell, probably not even in private." Autumn muttered.  "The people of this land are so afraid of each other, with their absurd taboos. If a woman desires anyone, woman or man, she should simply tell them! Not wait around because of some silly societal rule forbidding her to do so. And the men are so sex starved that they actually PAY to sleep with others. They can't even offer to lay with their next door neighbors or co-workers. This fear of open sex is also crazy. Sex is as natural as shaking hands. Yet the people hide themselves with skins and armor as if ashamed. It's a wonder that people don't go mad with lust!"

Ophelia chuckled at Autumn's rant. "Dalmasca is a happily promiscuous and polygamous land and culture. Thanks to your birth control herb, anyone can mate with anybody, anywhere, at any time--even in public without fear of a population explosion. Compared to your culture's very unusual natural standards, you would think we are ALL repressed. In Osirion, we are just as unclad as your people, but the  difference is that we keep our sexual activities private. We also practice monogamus relationships."

The duo approached the tavern. Autumn smiled. "Ah. We're here." She held the door open for her friend. Catcalls, whistles and wolf howls from deep within the establishment heralded their arrival.

"Incredible." Ophelia said nervously. "Compared to this reaction, we might have been better off outside!"