Donna gave a muffled "Oof!" as she stepped out through the bordello door-frame -- Lorna had suddenly shoved her to the side, sending the adventuress into an instinctive rolling crouch in the rubble-strewn doorway. Sputtering, Donna started to yell at the succubus when the demoness' eyes flashed warningly and she caught Lorna's motions for silence. Shaking her head uncomprehendingly, Donna followed the flicking point of her tale to see, through the ruined columns of the overhang she was hunched beneath, the misshapen figure of Sebacious their local guide, clearly visible jabbering away and gesticulating with bony hands. Looming over him were two towering masses of armored muscle -- clearly local enforcers of some sort, though whether they belonged to some criminal gang or a gang that called itself a city government was unclear from this distance. From their size Donna figured they must be male, but their grim black armor made it unclear from this distance.
As experienced as Donna was, she had certainly had more than her share of run-ins with toughs and heavies over the course of her adventures. Right now, though, naked and unarmed save for a lust-nullifying angelic artifact that would probably give her away who anyone who gave her cleavage a long look (which, she had to admit even in her state of dampened arousal, was not likely to happen for too very long) and a softly pulsing demonic rune over her crimson-and-black pussylips, Donna wasn't sure that confrontation with the local Gatetown guard would be a smart move.
As she looked up at Lorna from her hiding place, Donna could see that the succubus was making the same calculations. Had the runty demon sold them out already, or could she bluster her way through? There was no way to tell for sure what was going on from their spot at the brothel entrance...
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