Step back and question this woman about her crimes
From Lord Of Utterdom
You brush her hand away from your crotch and take a step back, realizing there might be some danger involved. If not witchcraft, at least a disease from this desperate harlot.
"Answer me this," you say. "What led you to being locked in here?"
"Oh," she says, sighing heavily. She slumps against the bars and sighs again. "I fucked a man who was married, and then another. Their wives conspired against me, and since they could do nothing else, blamed me for bewitching their husbands." She looks up at you with a smirk. "You don't have bewitch a man to get his cock up."
"So you're not a witch, then?" You ask.
She laughs, throwing her head back as if it was the funniest question in the world. "What do you think?" she asks, stifling her laughter to a giggle. "Do you believe in such stupidity?"
