A good whipping.

You strike out with the wonderful whip the bard had just given you. She fails to dodge it--she doesn't even seem to try. She just lets the leather snap across her belly and raises her lyre to retaliate.

"Whoops, none of that now." With your other hand you lash out with your other whip--the Lust Whip you gained. It slaps across her hand as she tries to bring it to the lyre. She snaps her hand back with a small shriek and looks up at you--and you can almost see the heat flooding into her body. Her eyes start to glaze over.

"What did you... You do have-!" she began to accuse.

"It's not an aura, love; it's an attack," you respond with a smirk. You send the leather whip forward again, this time cracking it across her exposed cleavage. Then the Lust Whip, snapping it at the hand attempting to play once more. The ease with which you can use these is amazing; nobody watching you would think this was your first time. This, too, must be part of your new role and skills.

The bard doesn't withdraw her hand, but pushes through the pain to begin strumming her instrument's strings. Immediately a protective aura surrounds the woman, wrapping her in a green cloud that will reduce the damage she takes. You crack the whip against her breasts anyway--and by the pained squeal she lets out you guess that the skill only accounts for HP damage, not the physical pain. Your Lust Whip snaps forward again, aimed right for her hips.

The bard takes a step forward--inadvertently twisting her body and causing the Lust Whip to slap across her plump ass cheek. She squeals again, but this one sounded more...sexy? She tries to take another step to approach you, but she has to stop as her legs begin to shake from her growing arousal. It's all she can do to just stand upright as you **** her, alternating strikes between black and red whips. All the while her gasps and shrieks grow steadily more aroused--and arousing. Your loincloth is bulging.

Finally the black whip wraps itself around the bard, entangling her limbs and chest in a decidedly erotic way. She tumbles down and the lyre drops from her hands. As the captured woman looks up at you, you can see a glimmer in her eye. You don't know what to make of it, but your groin is telling you what to make of her.

"Alright, demon! I concede! You've won this duel. You can do your worst, but know I'll be back soon to return anything you do to me sevenfold!"