Moonlight shined on the darkened streets of Drezen. The night patrol and sentries watched the streets, though not alone. Some merchants, the occasional drunk, and a few oddities stayed out. Other than them, Drezen's nightlife was quiet.
Soft footsteps sunk into the darkness.
For that night, there was an exception.
Brown eyes darted from the drunks to the soldiers with varying interest. Some were too notable while others lacked their owner's preferred aesthetic.
A drunken paladin laughed as he stumbled towards the barracks.
Camellia licked her lips, stepped out of the shadows, and walked towards him until a blur atop one of the fort's towers caught her eye. Her hand secured the hilt of her rapier before she went to one of the adjacent towers for a quick scouting.
Odd, curious sounds made themselves known to her as she ascended.
She emerged from the stairwell and widened her eyes at what she saw.
Daeran Arendae was beneath their commander.
Her tongue parted her lips to drag its tip against each.
"Well, well, well." An echoing raspy voice said from below. Wenduag emerged from the staircase with her spider legs clutched close. "Look who I cau-" Her cat-like eyes focused on the same pair Camellia's was entranced by.
The commander's grunts complimented his appointed steward's moans.
Her blue tail began wagging
A familiar orange-furred woman emerged from the stairwell several seconds later, scribbling in a notebook. "I see late night rendezvous may occur between adventuring companions of the bloodthirsty female variety." She glanced up to the two. "Describe whatever recent events or feelings you think brought you to thi-" Her head turned to the most immediate matter at hand. Humming, she returned to jotting down notes.
Gritting his teeth, the commander covered Daeran's mouth with his hand, leaving only the sound of their meeting flesh to emanate from their tryst.
"Nenio?" The burned blond beggar of their party appeared next. "Oh. What are you all doing here?" She smiled. "Can I join? It loo-" She turned her head.
Wenduag's hand grasped her mouth while Camellia's blocked her eyes from the sight she was too young, too poor, and unworthy to see.
Their blessed leader finished with a snarl. He threw his head back and panted only to see his oddest female companions standing atop the adjacent tower. Blinking, he looked down at Daeran.
All but one of them bore witness.
He turned his head back to them with a grin.
Wenduag purred, Camellia heaved a sigh, and Nenio hummed.
Just another night in Drezen.