Not really...

You consider for a moment. You doubt a search by these men, one a clearly horny late teenager who loathes your faith, and the other a creepy middle-aged man who seems to be mentally undressing you, will be a very pleasant experience. And yet... You needed to get inside. This was the place the matron had told you to go. This was where news was almost definitely pass back home of your exploits, which would make your mother and your chapter proud. And this place seemed to have so many problems that needed solving. And you were the perfect girl for the job.

Sighing softly your head bowed, you nod. "Fine. I'll submit to being searched." You said. If you were looking, you'd be able to see a glint pass over the older guard's eyes.
"Good. Come with me. We'll go into the guard house. That's... private." He said, with a rather unpleasant grin. stepping forward and guiding you towards a stone building, one of the only ones of that construction. You followed him, and was slightly surprised to hear the younger guard following. You eventually stepped inside the guardhouse, behind the captain and with Matteau following you, staring at your ass. "Hama, Aethelwald. Guard the gate." He ordered. The other two guards nodded, abandoning their drinks and grabbing spears from a weapon's rack, filling out the door past you, each giving you a strange and distrustful looks. The room was rather simple, a large wooden table dominated it, and weapons lined the walls. The floor was wooden and stained with ale. There were stairs leading up on the left side of the room, doubtless leading up to the guard's sleeping area. You hoped you'd never be taken up there...

"So!" The captain says, interrupting your quick reconnaissance. "My name is Kesten." Kesten said, attempting to give a disarming smile, but it came out more slimy than anything. He wiped his brow and took off the rather silly looking guard helmet, laying it on the table. "We don't have a room for this... Besides the prison. But I'm sure they'll be no reason for you to be there..." He trails off. You wonder if that's a veiled threat, or a poor joke. "Well, we need to check under your armour, missy. Kindly remove it." Both Kesten and Matteau stare at you, standing next to each other. You give them one last pleading look before giving a sigh and complying.

"Fine. But I don't do this willingly." You said with a rather put-out expression, and begin to unstrap your armour. First comes your boots and greaves, placing them delicately on the ground beside you. Then came off your leg guards, which weren't much more than padding, exposing your soft, sleek, pale legs. Your underclothes weren't much more than cotton underwear unfortunately, and your cheeks burned in shame. You couldn't look up at them. You knew what expressions they'd both wear. Keeping your gaze fixed to the floor, you quickly remove your vambraces. Paladins of Lucretia were forbidden from wearing any kind of glove, as that would stop the people being able to feel the soft, warming touch of a paladin. Lastly, came off your breast plate. As you unstrapped it, the large piece of metal fell to the floor, letting out a loud clang. You winced, quickly bending over to pick it up and lay it gently on the floor. You wore no bra, but a simple cotton shirt, so the quick movement was ill thought out. You gave both men an excellent view of your large, perky breasts through the fragile cloth. You heard the someone's breath catch in their throat. Finally, you stood. Your legs were exposed up to the top of your thighs, and your cotton shirt barely concealed your large breasts, and you were almost certain the two guards could see your nipples poking through it.

Your eyes finally met the two men infront of you. Kesten was visibly sweating, his eyes staring at your breasts in a way that made your cheeks colour even further and move an arm over them. The other, younger male was near panting like a dog. He was staring between your legs shamelessly, and a rather obvious growth was sprouting in his trousers."W-Well um... Matteau. Search her armour." The guard captain said, and reluctantly, the young man did. "I, my dear, must search you." The guard captain moves behind you, his hands slowly moving to try and touch you, but you flinch away.
"I didn't agree to this." You protest, anger and shame simmering in your belly.
"My dear..." The guard captain said. "I have a proposition for you. The guard has a lot of power in the town. We can make life very... Difficult for you here. You can agree to... cater to my needs, I can make your stay here a pleasant one. All I require is your... doubtless talented mouth." Your eyes widen, then narrow in fury. He's trying to **** you! But at the same time... It seems like he's not lying about his power...