A Lone Female Warrior

Through the crack of the closet door, you see a lone female warrior dressed in what you think is supposed to act as armor. With bright red hair that reaches her waist, a iron chestplate, that only covers her large breasts, of which are nearly overflowing from the armor. Her stomach is exposed, showing soft, lightly tanned skin, and on her waist is an iron skirt, or rather mini-skirt, just barely covering her wide waist, and her bouncing ass, that swings every time she took a step. Covering her legs, are plain black stockings that reach just past her knee. "Is she a warrior or a wench?" you say, seeing her ridiculously revealing armor. Nevertheless, "something" agrees as you start to get hard from her lascivious appearance. Trying to free your head of such thoughts you continue peeping through the hole. Noticeably tired, the girl sits on the ground, her chest heaving, shaking her large mounds up and down, almost managing to hypnotize you. Sweat pours down her face, running down her face into her supple canyon, giving her a very seductive look, as an oiled look makes her even more sexy. Instead of trying to kill her, you begin to have another plan: to capture this swearing tit-monster and get **** on the heroes that killed you so much.

Quickly making up a plan, you remember of the rope used to tie some of the pews together, so you all you need to do is somehow find a way to knock her out. Other than the broom, there isn't really anything but to try and blast her asleep. Besides, blasting one the heroes who constantly step on you, is guaranteed to feel good. You ready a dark fireball, a black flickering orb forming inside your hand. Throwing open the door, you see her flip her head around. "What the-!", but not before you fire the ball, as it flies somewhat quickly through the air. It hit her straight in the face, thankfully due to your suprise attack. Taking the full hit of the ball to her head, she stumbled backwards. As she falls she goes to catch herself on one of the pews, but it breaks apart, sending her falling back, hitting the ground with the full **** of the fireball and the added weight of her skimpy armor, knocking her out cold. Sprawled out into the ground, you think gladly that it somehow worked. "That was...surprisingly easy." you muse. As she slightly twitched, you snap back to reality, and hurry to undo some of the pews to get rope, and bind her hands, and then her legs. Touching her soft body, reminded you again, of her appearance, but unfortunately enough, another disturbance occurred at the entrance. Thinking quickly, you drag the warrior into the broom closet, who's a lot heavier than she looks, due to "certain" areas, and wait once again. Hearing the footsteps of two people, they gradually come closer.