Examining her dainty nails, she realised that they had been filed to a point where what she was about to try would be possible. She inserted them into the lock on the shackles, and listened to the tumblrs. With a satisfying click, the shackles came undone, and she pushed herself up into a sitting position, moving as silently as possible to make sure that she didn't wake the sleeping half-orc. The cum soaked sheets squelched under her movement, but the sleeping half orc didn't wake up. Erica then examined the collar. While it wasn't chained to the wall, she couldn't find the keyhole in order to attempt to remove it.
Moving quietly, she manoeuvered the half orc so she could handcuff him to the bed instead. Then, though they wouldn't offer much protection, she pulled on the rags, and snuck out of the arch. The simple village was made of wood, with roofs of thatch. She saw several women and men in similar rags and collars working around the village, or being abused by other orcs or half orcs. Erica darted into the shadows as two guards came past, talking quietly in Orcish. Erica moved towards the edge of the village, moving between shadows to avoid detection. The skills that were the instincts of her new body allowed her to use Stealth to get all the way out of the city, and along the road before the orcs realized she was gone. She kept a fast pace to be as far from the village as possible to avoid the chance of pursuers, then began to relax. As far as she knew, there weren't any pursuers. She could make camp, and get a proper night of sleep. Maybe hunt something so she could eat a decent meal.