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Minstrel Street Encounter (Patreon)

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2024-09-07 08:59:13
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2024-09
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Sheela enjoys her daytime strolls through town, though some citizens can't help but voice their opinions on her lack of attire.

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KiTA

Now now, ma'am. You might object, but don't dare touch the chain. That thing pops out like a cork and god only knows what'll happen. Trust us, we've seen it. And that was without her being so turned on she was dripping off the chain. ... Huh. Dripping. Apparently she really does enjoy her daytime strolls through town! (Well, you know what they say, all entertainers are exhibitionists of a sort, yes?)

Kaboo

I guess the punishment is a public spanking?

KiTA

As modestly dressed as our offended new friend is, I can't help thinking of a twisted variant of "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall." Object to too maliciously, or lord forbid try and directly intervene against, a young obviously enchantedly denuded and restrained lass -- one that the Fae Queen personally influenced! No lesser Fae Nobility's idle prank here, mind you -- and you're simply begging for your own comeuppance. A sexy, magical, embarrassing, but ironic and ironically enjoyable comeuppance... Ah well. Our new friend seems like a strong, common sense type, of fine upbringing if not possibly of lesser nobility... albeit that modesty and prudishness of hers shall have to go. Does our lovely Minstrel have a bodyguard? Well, the dragon covers that role quite sufficiently, I'm sure. Perhaps a manager, then? A no nonsense lass, good with numbers and organization, perhaps who claims to be above such obscene absurdity as enjoying a nude daytime stroll daring onlookers to glance over, but can't seem to not get wrapped up in our lovely songmaiden's public exposure and escapades. ... A right hand lass, blushing and frowning in equal measure, claiming to be above it all but never quite leaving her naturist songmistress's side ... ... Just what would our Minstrel's little wand-turned-special friend do to another maiden, be it overcharged with mana to the point of dripping excitement and magic off the chain, moments before it slipped betwixt her new friend's nethers? A question for the philosopher kings, the answer to be sung by bards in bawdy tavern songs two or three villages over, no doubt.