Return to Roxanne
From Create Your Own Story
As you arrive back at the roadside, you immediately notice that Roxanne has been busy; the lizardman corpses, previously exactly where you'd left them, have been dragged into some semblance of order - most of them, at least. Some of the heftier brutes have been left where they fell, no doubt too bulky for the priestess to shift alone, but the majority have been arranged uniformly at the far side of the road with their arms crossed over their chests.
The priestess herself kneels before them, still deep in prayer and oblivious to your presence. As you approach you can make out the signs of her recent toil; a thin sheen of sweat adorns her forehead, along with the few stray locks of auburn hair that have managed to slip out from beneath her habit.
You don't announce yourself, instead allowing the clink of your armour to indicate your approach before finally arriving at her side. You clear your throat when she doesn't look up, finally prompting her to meet your eyes - and in that moment you spy a glimmer of adoration and relief within hers.
"Ser Maxwell!" she exclaims as if you hadn't seen eachother in years, rising swiftly to her feet and haphazardly dusting off the front of her gown before throwing her arms around your armoured form in jubilation, "You've returned! I had worried that more of these fiends might lurk in the woods nearby - it gladdens me to see you safe." Before speaking her next words, you notice a subtle quivering of her lip and darkening of her expression; "I-Indeed, I shudder to think what would have befallen me in your absence..."
The presence of your helmet ensures that the girl cannot make out your eyes as she speaks - a fact you are very glad of, as this allows you to take in the sight of her without reservation. You continue to notice all the things your eyes can't seem to avoid; her plush, rosy lips. The tops of her oversized mounds, beaded with sweat and flattened against your chestplate so snugly that her cleavage is on abundant display despite the modest dip of her gown's collar.
...But, more importantly, you notice her growing need of you and the latent uncertainty in her eyes. You realize that you have fulfilled your role as her holy champion such that she believes in you implicitly, and indeed, has come to define the strength of her faith by your presence in her life. Being in such a position opens you up to many potential opportunities... Though you have not considered them for long before her sweet voice interrupts your thoughts.
"I would have you accompany me just a little further if it please you, Ser Maxwell - my father's farmstead lies just beyond the next bend." she says, stirring from her reverie and breaking off your embrace to gesture down the road, "We will surely find comfort there - and ample opportunity for me to repay you for for all your kind deeds."
The girl gazes up at you enthusiastically, no doubt anticipating a prompt reply in the affirmative... But the impulse to make some demand of her for your obedience thus far is overwhelming. Will you remain steadfast in your loyalty and accompany her without question? Or will you give in to your dark desires and bargain for a lewd and immediate reward?
Demand that she address your carnal needs before you agree move on
