"Sir, this seems cause for concern, perhaps we have an active necromancer in town?" said one of the legionnaires behind the bishop.
The bishops brow then furrowed as the numbers went on and on and on, thirteen then sixteen then nineteen.
"Ready yourselves, this number carries a heavy sentence, if it becomes much more…"
Twenty three, then twenty seven, then thirty one. The legion was starting to become unsettled by this point, actively shifting back and forth on their feet and drawing swords. Murmurs of alarm broke out.
"What could she possibly be doing with such a number of souls? This is very concerning." mused the bishop, a hand on his beard.
"Th-theres still more!" said Seth, his eyes rounded by the ever growing number.
Thirty six, thirty eight, forty, the numbers had started to slow down by this point, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five….fourty... six. The numbers slowed and came to a halt on the number forty six.
"She's working for a Necromancer's Coven! The whole town is in danger!" cried someone in a panic.
The legion looked ready to attack all on their own by this point but the bishop held up a hand.
"Forty six souls carries a heavy price I'm afraid. Do not worry young gnome, we shall make your final days comfortable before we execute you for your misdeeds."
"Mate, you can shove your execution and your souls up your arsehole, I ain't got no souls, never have, never will, the fuck would I even want souls for?"
By this point the platoon of town guards had managed to fight their way through the disintegrating crowd and were lockstep marching toward Flora as one, their boots making a hammer time beat on the cobble. At the same time as they made their way forward the Innkeepers Guild spilled from the alley. The two sides eyed each other warily, the small hill of tentacle covered women between them.
"She's our gnome guard boys. You don't have personal blood on your side of the scale, this one harmed one of ours," said one of the innkeepers, a thickly muscled woman who looked like she could break a tree in half with just her biceps. It was clear she was head of the Innkeepers Guild by the respectful looks the others gave her.
"Harmed?" said Flora "What are you on about? Why is nobody making any sense around here?!"
The innkeeper looked up at Flora with a raised eyebrow. "An Innkeeper's body is their inn and to do personal harm and insult to one's inn is a physical assault on one's body. You VIOLATED my daughter and I will see you pay with your blood, the same as what you did to the inn shall be visited upon your body."
"Uhm, d-didn't she rip out an entire wall, uhm?" said Fey putting her hand up nervously.
"Yes," said the serious looking woman. "Don't worry though once we've ripped part of her out we'll clumsily shove it back in place and pretend like nothing happened."
"Wow, you guys are fucking hardcore. I kinda respect it," said Flora.
"Nobody is ripping anything out of anybody, you are all, everyone of you, under arrest for violating the peace. You pushed it too far and forced our hand. Put your weapons down and put your hands behind your head. Now."
"Pff fuck that, I'm out of here, peace," said Flora as she began drifting upwards, two finger saluting the guards.
"Hey, she's getting away! Somebody stop her!" yelled Seth.
"As you command massshter!" hissed Mary. The woman flicked her fingers in the air and a golden spinning fractalgram appeared above her head, the fractalgram flashed and a spear of white light shot out straight toward Flora.
"Oh no you don't!" said the gnome flicking her own hands. The spear of light suddenly shifted trajectory and came crashing down to earth next to the hill of women just as one of the tentacles was reaching out. The tentacle was hit full on by the light in a blinding flash.
The reaction was immediate and explosive. A terrified SQUEEEEE! Came from within the hill of bodies and every single woman in the pile was flung into the air, nodule covered tentacles brutally ripping from cunts and mouths and assholes sending fluids spattering into the air along with the thrown women. The guards and innkeepers only had a moment to realise what was happening before they were broadside barraged by naked people. Howling cumming women flung amongst their ranks, knocking them down and entangling them in extremely compromising and embarrassing positions. The guard captain who had originally spoken ended up with the black eared wolfkin sitting astride his face, her crotch grinding down atop him as he made muffled shouting sounds into her folds.