“But…?”

Sonja awaited Conan’s response, hand resting on the hilt of her sword, ready to fight if needed.

Conan eyed the merchant with trepidation. Were she still her former self she would already be standing over the merchants dead body. But in her current body… even with Sonja it seemed like they would be hard pressed to win. She was so weak. A liability. It made her blood boil. And the idea of sucking a man’s… her mind shied away from the thought and her heart beat faster. Were her nipples and sex betraying her?! It was not possible. Surely not…

Sonja’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she regarded Conan’s turmoil, wide-eyed protest that hung unspoken in the air. Then she turned back to the trader. Khalid’s outstretched hand, slick with spit remained; patiently waiting, and the moment hung.

Behind him the Merchant’s two guards stood more alert, sensing that Sonja might explode into action in an instant. The guards behind her also made ready to draw.

Sonja glanced back at Connie, “A dance and one blowjob… and some shoes for my pet? Deal?” The merchant shrugged at the shoes as if it were a trifling matter. “It seems fair… Connie?”

Shoes. Camels. And likely avoiding being a ****. With a dry mouth Connie nodded.

Sonja spat in her hand clasped the merchants hand firmly, ignoring the wet smack of the grip, her smirk never fading.