Answer directly but put the decision back on her.

“Well . . . um . . .” You fumble for your words completely vexed by this wildly temptress, if that is even her game.

Sandra just looks at you waiting, gently playing with a strand of her rich brown hair, seemingly enjoying the awkward silence.

“Well . . .” You try to start again,“in historic medieval times one's social rank, gender and clerical standing would effect one's punishment. So, yes, a male commoner would face corporal punishment, but a noblewoman of holy orders would not.”

“So you're letting me off the hook because I'm a girl?” Sandra's question cuts deep. “What would happen if Sir Michael or Ragnar were captured?” Referring to Saul and David's characters.

“Well . . . um . . .” You feel even more cornered and again Sandra's facial expression and tone give you no clue to her feelings. After several more agonizing seconds you recall one of your favorite fundamental rules of life, “when in doubt call the bluff.”

“The problem isn't with you.” You regain a bit more focus and composure in your voice. “The problem is with these cheesy books from the 1980's” You pick up the “Overlord” module to show to the party's cleric. “They were hardly woke back then, just look at this sexist picture that goes with the punishment table.”

You show the page that handles crime and punishment in the city along with the very crude black and white drawing of a fat torturer flogging the front of an impossibly shaped busty naked woman covered in sweat and whip marks.

Sandra doesn't say a word at first, but examines the picture, while twirling her hair around her finger even more. “Would you use this table if it was Saul or David?” Is her reply.

“Yes.” You honesty answer.

“Didn't you tell me when I started to play this game that though the world looks medieval, it is more fantasy, with a large middle class and equality for woman?”

“Yes.” You again answer. It has always been one of your pet-peeves that Dungeons and Dragons is actually more like a modern society than medieval Europe, but you understand it makes the game more accessible.

“Then shouldn't I be treated like any other of the male party members?” Sandra asks.

“I certainly wouldn't use this table on Vivian.” You joke trying to distract her question. “She would beat me for real if I tried punish her character, let alone if she saw half the pictures in this book. She would rip it, and me, to pieces.”

After a very pregnant pause, Sandra gently, yet clearly, states. “I'm not Vivian.”

You're not sure why, but that is the sexiest line you have ever heard a women speak in your life, as you feel a bit of pre-ejaculation cum seep out of your ridge cock.

Sandra softly, yet intently, picks up her twenty sided dice and looks directly back into your eyes. “I tell the guards I fell in with some lowlifes I met at a tavern last night, their names were Barrin, Threl and Gren, that is all I know about them. They convinced me that we could rob from the Overlord.”

“So you admit you're a thief?” You now try to focus on being the Dungeon Master, less you completely stain your pants.

“Yes.” The woman playing Rae the Priestess nods and gets into character. “I've never done anything like this before, and I am sorry. Have mercy on me.”

Leaving the module open so Sandra can see everything you're doing, you do the math, and declare, “You need to roll a modified Charisma to see how the guards react.”

Sandra lets the dice roll across the table, coming up with very feeble “4.” You feel another drip of cum slip from your cock as you read out the curvy cleric's fate.

“The guards do not believe you for a second.” You say. “The sergeant, a particularly muscular and tough looking brute, tells you that 'there is no mercy for criminals only punishment' and not only will you be charged for trespassing, but you will also be condemned as a thief, which will bring a stiffer penalty. Unless you have some benefactor or mitigating reason you would like to now state?”

Sandra puts down the dice and again begins to subconsciously twirl her hair. “I see.” You cannot help but notice that her ample chest is now moving ever so slightly, as if her breathing is deepening. “I refuse to betray my friends or demean Saint Cuthbert.” She explains. “Rae feels guilty for breaking the law and being so incompetent for getting caught. Deep down she believes she deserves to be punished and takes it as the will of Cuthburt. So I look at the big muscle bound guard and say, “I have none. I am just a simple commoner.”

“'So be it.' The guard states.” You answer. “Strip down to your undergarments, prisoner, and you will face justice tomorrow.”

“I begin to unbutton my tunic, quite ashamed.” Sandra continues to stay in character, much to your amazement. “Do they at least turn around?” She asks.

“No.” You keep on playing it straight. “Your character has a 17 Charisma, they watch with much excitement.”

“I accept Saint Cuthbert's judgment,” Sandra replies, “and strip down to my linen bra and panties before them.”

You look at each other as another few long seconds of silence pass by.

“Does anyone come to rescue me in the night?” Sandra asks, knowing full well the answer.

“No.” You shake your head and pick up your dice, which causes the buxom brunette to gently pull at the hair now fully wrapped around her finger. “The next morning you're brought before the tower's bailiff nearly naked and in chains. He tells you that you have been found guilty of trespassing and thievery. Your punishment will be . . .”

You let the dice go as both of your eyes carefully wait to see what fate will befall the condemned cleric.