Ianthe's hand reached out to steady Peony so she wouldn't fall. Oh. She felt that reaction to the slap keenly, psychometry betraying the short blonde's composure. Ianthe understood all too well how arousing a well-timed slap could be. But the confrontation satisfied the vendor, who would put the matter behind her (assuming there wasn't a repeat performance with the shawl), and the vendor returned to her wares.

"Your dog isn't a dog," Ianthe said as they continued walking. The stocks weren't far - there were a few places around the festival grounds with them - and a few large cages were situated nearby too. Inside those were some teenagers in the midst of their rebellion years, resisting their designations just to resist.

The stocks, on the other hand, had people stripped mostly naked for easy access, left there for anyone to make use of in purging their zadza. One of the occupants was even asleep with the gaoler encouraging anyone passing by to fuck them awake.