He knocks the knife from her hand

Just as he started out the door, the innkeeper turned with a snarl and swiped at Angelica's hand. The dagger went clattering into the corner of the room. He grabbed her roughly and threw her to the bed. Angelica squealed. Krohan landed atop her, mauling her large breasts with one hand, while his other hand groped under her skirt. He kissed her forcefully, his weight holding her down.

Something made him stop. He pulled away from her and lifted her skirt. Over her underwear, she wore a chastity belt of fine silver-washed iron. The keyhole was small, and the device looked sturdy. It covered her entire groin area.

"Oh, protection, eh? Well, you're no fun, girlie." He stood and left the room, slamming the door closed.

"Well, that was a good investment, girl. That's one **** you've avoided," Angelica said out loud to herself. She got up, latched the door, and started unpacking her possessions. She found the key to her contraption in the lining of one of her bags. She unlocked her protective shield and used the chamber pot.

After freshening up and replacing the metal device, she sat on the bed to contemplate what she wanted to do next.