Jump her!

You slither out of the brambles, your tough skin allowing you passage unscathed. The now-naked priestess pushes herself up, grumbling. Wow. She was doing a disservice to the world as a priestess. Her back-length hair falls in a bronze curtain over her smooth pale skin, trailing pleasantly across her sizable bosom, light-pink nipples standing tall in the cool night air. You couldn't see before, with her kimono covering her up, but her round heart-shaped rump is possibly just as alluring. Mm-Mmm.

Your mind fills with images of what she would be better suited for. You'd been giving it some thought and you were warming up to the idea of having a ****-girl. It wasn't even the dirty images that swayed you...Well. Not JUST the dirty images. Having a ****-girl was a HUGE prestige bonus in the monster community. Hell, it practically bumped you up to boss regardless of what you actually were. This whole ordeal might be a huge boon to your cause.

What was the cause again? Oh right: FOR MONSTERS EVERYWHERE!

Wow. That came out a lot more rallying than you expected. You actually got a few nods from the spiders as you set upon the soon-to-fall priestess, roots bursting from the ground to snatch her ankles as she turns to flee. You raise her struggling body up to look you in the eye, feet flailing several feet off the ground. Her eyes go wide when she sees you, flashing back to her promise never to willingly disrobe. "Wait! NO! I'm sorry I said all those things!" ...Seriously? That's the best you could come up with? Try: Sorry for killing you and your entire family over and over again. For YEARS.

She pauses, "...well it sounds terrible when you put it like that." You give her shake, trying not to throttle her. HOW ELSE WOULD YOU PUT IT? Your voice has taken on an impressive BOOM that you are very pleased with. Instead of sending you back home where you can gather your friends to come back and stomp me, I'm going to make you useful! You didn't really plan on talking this much but you're enjoying the foreplay. "Um...how?" her voice is small, finally eying you up with real fear as she contemplates her exposure. Your voice abruptly shifts to your normal sunny tone, I'm glad you asked!