"as you think is best"

Durga's eyes scan you, up and down, glinting with favor that you agree.

"I suppose this might also improve the general morale." Durga licks his lips with conniving glee, and orders his guards to make the appropriate preparations. Minutes later, the Princess is brought forward, dragged by guards, her body exposed and beautiful in the dim lighting of the Palace. Her scant garb consists of a long red loincloth, and ornate metal plates that cover her breasts and groin.