Before Gwyn could go far, a loud voice cuts through the everyday chatter of the crowded streets, hushing the peasantry as they all look at the source of the voice.
"Behold, good citizens of Pantÿonia! With the blessings of the Emerald Lady herself, I, Madam Foucher, have captured these ruffians who have caused havoc in the market district, stealing both food and underwear alike as well as disturbing the peace with their excessive alcoholism." said a regal looking woman standing by the gate, her voice bearing a thick Pantÿonian accent (French).
The lady had her raven black hair pooling over her shoulders as she holds a steel helmet by her hips. Her hourglass figure is hugged by a suit of armor, yet not a totally practical suit of armor.
Instead of a full-plate chest-piece, there are two steel boob cups that are held together by a metal thin chain, which is a wonder how the steel holds back her D-cup boobs, a literal chain mall bra. Underneath is a form fitting scale armor of sorts, the beautiful blue clashing with vibrant brown leather, hugging her curves generously. Her hips are covered by a short and tight segmented skirt, the armor painted a striking blue.
Although as a result of the tightness of her armored skirt, there are highly visible panty lines showing from underneath through the leather sections of the skirt.
If that wasn’t a good indication that she was wearing a pair of granny panties, then the frilly pink waistband peeking out of said skirt would certainly be enough to tell. Her legs and arms however are actually covered in real armor, so there is a small amount of practicality behind what she wears.
"These foul beastwomen will no longer plague our fair city, thanks to the diligence of the Knights of the Lady." Foucher beams with pride as she pulls a rope, yanking forward a trio of rather confused beastwomen, each looking semi-drunk and are just trying to figure out why their hands are tied.
"Now I shall remove of these pests myself!" Foucher declares as she approaches the open gate. She pull the three out to the other side, and pulls her sword from her hip and cuts their ropes that bind their hands.
"Shoo! Begone! You are not welcome here!" Foucher shouts at the beastwomen, putting her sword back in the sheath and flicking her hands at them. The three are even more confused now, and before they can react, the gate closes quickly on them with a loud crash.
Foucher grins as she draws her sword once again and points it in the air in a heroic poise.
"By the will of the Lady, you are all now safe!" She proclaims, earning a few awkward claps and a cough from the semi-whelmed crowd. But before anything else happens, a loud scampering can be heard over the "roaring" applause.
The crowd looks to the left of the posing knight, and quickly see the three "exiled" beastwomen climb the wall like a trio of billy-goats with ease. Two jump down with ease, but a lose stone in the wall makes the third one slip, with a cute yelp she falls, and gets snagged by the back of her pink large granny panties covered with little unicorn printings all over.
The sound of stretching fabric is rivaled by her whimpers and wails as she dangles by her panties, unable to get down. Wanting to help their kin, the other two beastwomen grip her by her furry legs and heave as hard as they can, the wedgied beastwomen's whimpers turn to screams as her panties rocket up her ass, the braying having an almost hypnotic effect on the crowd.
Meanwhile Foucher is putting on a huge effort to be looking the other direction, small beads of sweat run down her forehead as she is trying to get the attention of the crowd back to her.
"G-Good people, b-be at ease as the intruders can no longer-"
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"N-no longer harm you, f-for our walls are nigh impenetrable. Just like our unwavering faith the the Lady."
The three beastwomen dissappear into the city, leaving only a shredded pair of unicorn panties dangling from the wall, with the faint sounds of tearful whimpering as the beastwoman gallops away with only the remains of her favorite panties deep up her ass.
Madam Foucher could only sigh, and rub her forehead in frustration. She had in fact turned her back from the whispering crowd and stared at the retreating form of the three beast women, the sounds of a door breaking down and peasant shrieks along with shouts of,
“Not my ass! Not my ass please!”
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? They’re taking my panties!”
“Why are these beastwomen still here? Where’s the damn knights? Or Lady forbid, even the Women-at-Arms?”
As this was going on Madam Foucher bent over a stack of crates a little, trying to get a better look. Her armored skirt sags and the frilly waistband is even more visible now, as is the name tag! Excited whispers are heard as the peasantry wait for the noble knight to embarrass herself.
Option 1: Join the rest of the crowd and giggle at the flustered knight. Even better idea, sneak up there and use that exposed waistband of the noblewoman to give her something to really be embarrassed about.
Option 2: Well someone has to track down those wild beastwomen. I’m sure I’ll get paid for it.
Option 3: These people here are really distracted, I bet you none of them are paying too much attention to their coin purses...
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