The crackling of the campfire was the only sound during that silent, starry night. Grunting, Brom grabbed a large chunk of wood and tossed it into the flames, sending small sparks flying everywhere. Nephenee, meanwhile, just sat in her tent, alone. 'I wonder where that Heather girl went to...?' Brom thought as he looked around, unable to see anything hidden within the darkness that surrounded them.
It had been two days since Brom and Nephenee had met and joined up with Heather, a strange thief with even stranger tastes: she was a bona-fide lesbian. At least, that was the impression Brom got when he saw how Heather kept flirting with poor Nephenee, who kept getting extremely flustered. Of course, Heather just found that to be even more adorable.
"Oi, I'm back! Couldn't find anything, though..."
Brom looked up and saw Heather step out of the darkness, various cuts and bruises visible all over her body. A trail of blood was even running down the side of her head. However, she didn't even seem the least bit fazed by it.
"Good lord, Heather! What happened to you?" Brom cried, wincing at the sight. Heather just stood there blinking for a few seconds before realizing that Brom was talking about her injuries.
The blonde lesbian(?) broke out into laughter and replied, "So you noticed 'em, eh? Well, I was chasing after a deer when I suddenly tripped, rolled down a hill, and smacked headfirst into a pile of rocks! I'm surprised I even survived!"
'I'm surprised, too...' Brom thought as Heather took a seat down by the fire and pulled out a Vulnerary to heal her wounds. "Are you sure a Vulnerary is all you need to get better? You're pretty banged up..." Brom pointed out.
Heather smirked at him. "Of course not!" she replied, "The Vulnerary may help some, but spending some quality time with cute lil' Nephenee will get me better in no time!" Suddenly, a little noise that resembled an "Eep!" came out of Nephenee's tent, which meant she was listening in.
"Hohoho...I'm coming for you, Nephe-chan..." Heather purred as she got up and, almost cat-like, crawled into the green-haired halberdier's tent. It was quiet for a few seconds, then Nephenee's muffled screams and a rather victorious laugh from Heather broke the silence, making Brom feel very nervous for what was going on within the tent.
After a few minutes of crying and screaming, all was quiet. Brom didn't once take his eyes off the tent, hoping that one of the two girls would soon crawl out relatively unscathed. Eventually, Nephenee poked her head out of the tent and grinned sheepishly. Right away Brom could tell that she was naked.
"Uh...Brom?"
"Yeah...Nephenee..."
"I...I don't think it's a man that I'm gonna bring back home to my folks..."
"...I see..."
"Now...if you'll excuse me..."
And with that, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her face and pulled her back in. Shrugging his shoulders, Brom pulled out a slab of meat and began to chew on it as sounds of unbelieveable lesbian sex started to fill the night sky...