Liz has an alternative for you
From Torg Adventure
Liz says in a low sultry voice, "Nika and I were talking about what you said to us. I have a proposition for you. Either Chuck here beats you up like we agreed, *or* Nika and I go with you to your hotel room, but instead of us doing everything you want, you do everything we want. You become our slave for the night. What d'ya think?"
You look at Liz. You look at Nika. They are looking up at you with wicked smiles and hard nipples. You don't think you'll mind being their slave. You don't think you'll mind at all. "Are you kidding? I pick option two."
Nika says, "Oh, goodie!" She's bouncing like in the bar. "Then Chuck is going to grunt a bunch of times, and you're going to yell and grunt like he's punching you. We need to put on a good show for the listening audience."
Chuck moves up and grunts, punching his fist into his hand. It makes a loud meaty sound. You oomph. He slaps his hands together and you say, "Ow!"
You make a good show of it, making sounds like Chuck was being brutal. After five minutes, you stop. Chuck tosses and small vial to Nika.
"Okay, here's some fake blood. Give yourself a bloody nose and blood coming out of your mouth. Cover your eye and hold your gut."
You follow her instructions. Then Chuck opens the door and walks through. You walk into the bar, limping and heavily assisted by the girls. Everyone nearby gasps or recoils when they see you. The light isn't that good, so you must look a wreck. They walk you through the bar. As you leave the front door, Liz calls back, "We'll get him to his hotel. Thanks everybody."
A chorus of goodbyes ensue.
"Where's your car? We walked here," Liz says.
You lead them there, still hunched and limping. You get to the car and they put you in the backseat. Liz slides in next to you.
"I'm at the Imperial Motel in town," you say, as Liz closes with you and gets you in a liplock.
"Okay, I'll get us there," Nika says, getting into the driver's seat.
As you drive, Liz makes out with you. She breaks the kiss to say, "I think you're going to enjoy being our slave tonight."
Soon, you pull up in the motel parking lot. Everyone gets out and you walk into the lobby.
The motel clerk's eyes go wide as you walk in. She's a stacked, blond knockout in shorts and a bikini top, much like Liz. You wink as you catch her eye. You head to your room.
You open the door and let the girls inside.
What next?
