Tremain rolled the tent into a tight bundle before securing it to his pack. It would have been easier if Yesadri hadn't kept getting in the way. She insisted on being close to him. Though at times she would have needed to be inside his clothing to get any closer. Tremain shrugged the pack onto his shoulders and put on his hat. The typical tall wizarding hat was too tall for convenient traveling. He wore a more traditional hat made of tightly woven straw. It had a wide brim that offered a good amount of shade. Though at times it shrouded his entire head in darkness. It was commonly referred to as a "Black Mage's" hat. Beside that he wore a shirt with broad sleeves and a simple pair of traveling pants.
He took one last look around the camp to see if they'd forgotten anything. He took stock of his traveling companions as well. Nemele was confident and chipper, her simple robe seeming like a shroud of modesty compared to the other girl's attire. She was some sort of holy woman, but not like any he had ever met.
He felt a twinge of pity for Lazaka. The poor slave girl who had gotten stuck in her chains. Chains that he might have accidentally awakened some magical property in. She was trying to be brave, but every so often she would try to hunch forward, as though she had any chance to hide her exposed body. The robe she had been wearing was still tangled in her chains, caught between her wrists and elbows. It was already torn in a few places due to the girl's near constant nervous squirming. Her rose colored skin had been quite a bit redder since that morning. Her lighter 'underbelly' quite visible now. Her breasts formed a pink heart shape, and the color continued past her stomach and down the underside of her tail, but not before forming another little heart with her butt.
Selena was in a similar predicament, but much more deserving of it. The half elf seemed to have gotten over her initial shock of being captured. Though she had behaved awfully strangely for a prisoner. He didn't know enough about binding women to realize just how much she liked it. Either way, Tremain thought he could see the wheels turning in her head. He didn't know what she could do in her position, but he was sure she would be planning something. At least they only had to deal with her until they got to a town. Then she'd be the sheriff's problem. Or so he thought.
Yesadri was all too happy to be there. She thrust her chest forward and swayed when she walked, and she always seemed to be walking towards him. She didn't look a day older than she did when she first stepped out of his summoning circle. She made no effort to hide how much she enjoyed her bonds, in fact she had been dropping hints that she probably needed more. She also made a great deal of fuss about how uncomfortable her corset was. Tremain thought it best that she be covered up. Though he did consider stripping the succubus to give Lazaka some things to wear. But the thought of the innocent dragon girl wearing seductress' gear just didn't seem right.
Then there was that green haired girl. She was.... wait, who was she?
((firgured a little recap of appearances and such was called for. After all it's been a while, someone new has come, and I got to point out some things I hadn't mentioned before. I highly reccomend it