Pay the toll.

You don't like it, but your odds at defeating four men, with three archers on high ground, aren't likely to be in your favor. "Very well..." you dig to coins out of your purse, and Rey steps forward, opening a sack to receive your "toll." As the coins clink into the bag, Rey grabs your wrist. "You know... a pretty thing like you shouldn't need to travel these lands and fend for herself with steel." He looks at your body with open desire. "Why don't you come back to our camp. Safety, food and shelter can be yours in exchange for your services..." You have no illusions about what services he desires. He wants you for a bed warmer.
"No thank you." You snatch your wrist away, and he chuckles.
"Pity. I'd hate to think of you wasting your years as a breeding **** for the greenskins, or sold as a **** in Hayesport."
"Luckily, you and your men keep the road safe." you answer with sarcasm.
"Ha...quite."
The bandits let you pass, and you shudder a little. Part of you wanted to fight, despite the odds. {if Corruption > 33
}{if Libido > 33
}And one part of you in particular didn't entirely resent Rey's advances... he was handsome. {endif
}{endif
}