She marches up to your club and ends up demanding a challenge

The next few days, you start going through some potential ideas that might embarrass someone like Paladin Jillian Pedmore, someone you know very little about and how you'd even get her to accept a challenge at the club where you can tarnish her reputation. There are plenty of things you could have her do, run a gauntlet for the prestigious title of the Demon Layer to see just how well her holy protection holds up. You could give her a test of pleasure, to prove she's as humanoid with desires and wants just like anyone else, despite her holy assistance, she is above such base desires.

There were dozens of plans and schemes to undermine her platform by proving she has all the desires any living sentient humanoid does, despite pretending she's above them. Make her a horny futa and give her an obstacle course of increasingly enticing women for her to try and fail to resist the urge to take them for a ride on her new holy staff of office and make enough offspring to fill one of the orphanages set up in her honour personally. Maybe put her fertility up against a myriad of foul and fell beasts or monstrous creatures to prove she can reproduce something proclaimed as vile and unholy as anyone else.

Hells, you could easily over a hundred elaborate ways to knock her up or make her knock up various beings to curtail her efforts to climb to the top on her platform of being pure and better than her peers. All of these plans have the same key issues: why would the Paladin ever agree to them? What could you possibly offer that she actually wants?

She doesn't need to harm you or your reputation beyond what she's already doing, making you seem like a monster for giving people a safe place to indulge their sexual fantasies or discover new ones at your club. If anything, your club and by extension you, because every evil needs a good face, and you do have an exceptional face, is helping win her support around Haven's powerful, elite and the well-to-do by being her call to action.

You massage your temple while trying to think more about a means to be the moral undoing of Paladin Jillian, resting your hand on the head of sweet dwarven girl currently worshiping your thick futa cock. You focus on the pleasure for a moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the delights of the stout beauty's superb tongue work and the way she shifts and twists her firm grip on your shaft. You find yourself quickly reaching your peak, and you tighten the grip on the back of the girl's blonde braided hair.

"If you can swallow it all, I'll throw in a extra signing bonus," You purrs as your cock begins to throb and pulse and your weighty balls churn against the girls chin

The drawvern girl lets out a low groan around your shaft, the vibrations tipping you over the edge, and you begin to empty your thick balls down her throat. You hear your new member of staff **** slightly, as your hot, virile seed splatters the back of her throat before sliding down her gullet, but she keeps her throat open and proceeds to keep herself still while your cock throbs and erupts into her throat.

With not a single drop spilt, the blonde short stack stands with a smile, licking her lips in a playful manner and grinding triumphantly at you. "Very tasty, Mistress Selene, how was it for you?" The dwarf asks.

"It was excellent, as good as your former madam bragged," You reply with a smile. "Here's your bonus." You add handing over a small velvet bag of trade jewels that would keep an average family fed and sheltered for half a year.

"Anything else I can do for you?" The young dwarven girl teases, playfully toying with the ends of one of her long blonde braids as she leans in towards you.

"You can go see Chantelle and get your employment contract finalised and details about your first shift," You reply with a grin. "Or you can keep trying to tease me, and learn first-hand just how generous our maternity package is."

"Tempting, but 30 is far too young for a good dwarven lass like myself to have children," The short blonde beauty teases. "Even with someone as special as you, Mistress,"

"A pity," You reply in a sensual tone, "Now run along and find Chantelle before I make you a not-so-good dwavern lass for teasing me so,"

You lean back in your chair and look over your club, seeing the various staff milling about to get everything clean and ready for this evening. You find yourself wishing your demonic problem could be as easily solved and as enjoyable as club matters were. Although you cast your mind back further and recall thinking the same thing about club management, versus the simpler life of adventuring. When a well-placed fireball could be the solution to most of your problems.

A knock at your office door stirs you out of your reverie of more carefree and uncomplicated days of reducing your problems to ash. You look up to see Rasha standing in the doorway with a smile on her face. "Hey, Mistress, just thought I'd tell you there's some angry woman on a horse outside shouting some horrible lies and some truths about you and this place." The half-orc woman says cheerfully. "I did try telling her the she and her high horse could fuck off, but that only seem to make her madder,"

"Thanks, Rasha," You chuckle, getting to your feet, already having a feeling you knew who it would be.

"Anytime, Mistress," Rasha grins and ducks back out of the office to finish helping with the set-up.

You saunter down the stairs and into the main entrance hall where you can already hear the sound of self-righteous proclamations and the sound of cheering. Sure enough, you see the familiar sight of a crowd of angry citizens surrounding a heavily armoured woman on an equally heavily armoured horse, both resplendent with various holy iconography to Tallock, the god that embodies goodness and honour.

"Oh, and look what slithers from its lair, it's the foul proprietress of this filthy den of degeneracy and delinquency," The haughty woman on the horse practically spits, the crowd cheering.

"Filthy Den?" You question, your voice cutting loud and crisp thanks to some arcane amplification spell. "I'll have you know our hygiene is second to none in this city, and all the civic documentation lists my business as an entertainment club, rather than some squalid den. I have the tax receipts to prove it," You continue in a teasing tone, in an attempt to undercut the Paladin.

"Use whatever words you choose to describe your so-called business, there's no denying the depravity and disgusting things that go on within those walls," The haughty woman counters.

"Oh, you mean sex, yes, I will admit there is a lot of that going on in my club, but then again, it seems to be an exceptionally popular pastime and very legal in Haven," You counter with an infuriating air of unflapability. "You'd perhaps know this if you followed a god that shows any appreciation towards wisdom," You tease.

"You dare mock my beliefs and our faith?" The haughty woman growls.

"Why is your faith so weak that it can't withstand some basic criticism?" You reply with a smile.

At this, the once angry mob starts showing signs of uncertainty, a quick glance around from the armoured woman, and she realises she needs to make some sort of impressive display to win them over. So she leaps from her horse in a display that is admittedly quite a feat of athleticism, given the weight of her armour. landing with a solid impact that shakes the cobles beneath her feet, she strikes an impressive pose holding a sword in your direction.

"I am Jillian Pedmore, sworn paladin of Tallock, and I will not tolerate your taint on this once great city and its citizens." Paladin Jillian proclaims.

"Funny, I get a lot of citizens who would love to have my taint in their face," You mock with a smile. "Those who have had the experience left very satisfied."

"I swear on my honour that I shall do all in my power to rid this City of you and your club," Jillian continues.

"All in your power, now that's an interesting choice of words, because you have precisely none of that here, sure you're physically strong, but beyond that, you can't do anything to remove me or my club." You reply with a thoughtful smile. "You're not on the council, not the head of your faith, so the oath you swore just now doesn't really bind you to do anything because you have no power to do anything."

At this point, the crowd are starting to waver again as Jillian starts to get frustrated as her normal strong-arm tactics of essentially bullying people into compliance are coming apart so easily. The nobles and merchant leaders she's used to dealing with are too afraid to risk upsetting the status quo of things or the risk of their reputation. You, on the other hand, thrive in the infamy and discomfort of things.

"I could strike you down where you stand," Paladin Jillian threatens.

"Oh, so you'd try and butcher me for breaking no laws, I wonder how your god would feel about that?" You muse aloud, the crowd around the paladin starting to murmur, with a few towards the back even peeling off to find something else to do. "That is assuming you'd even win, because of course the law dictates I'm well within my right to defend myself from a brutish bully like yourself,"

You see Paladin Jillian's serious face scrunch into a snarled expression an anger as she knows she can't argue her way out of this. For a moment, you even suspect she might do the truly stupid move of trying to actually attack you, which, while far from ideal, would quickly resolve this issue. You doubt High Priest Markson will be too thrilled about a popular paladin being slain and disgraced, even if Tallock's teachings are filled with cautionary tales just like it.

"Fine, if I must sink to your level, then I throw down a different kind of gauntlet," Paladin Jillian announces. "You club offers boons for participation in a challenge, does it not?"

"It does," You reply hesitantly, trying to work out what the Paladin is trying to do.

"Then I accept any challenge you can conceive of, my prize will be to take ownership of your club where it shall be repurposed for something much better," Paladin Jillian declares.

You take a moment to think on this, you quickly scan Jillian's face to try and work out if this is the trap it seems, her implacable, stern face is hard to read at first, but in her eyes, you catch a brief flicker of something. She's bluffing, she's hoping you'll be too cautious to accept her offer and that she can use your refusal to win a few more points in her insane political games.

"I accept," You say with a triumphant smile.

"See how she cowe....," Paladin begins to shout before your reply catches up to her. "You accept?" She asks hesitantly.

"Sure, you're holy prowess against anything I can throw at you, and if you lose, I can put this whole mess to bed, I'd be a fool not to," You say with a laugh.

"Yes," Paladin Jillan replies nervously. "Fine, you shall test me, I shall become the victor and cleanse your taint from this city," She announces.

"If you like cleansing taint so much, I can easily work that into the challenge, give you a little helping hand," You offer with a smile.

"I need not your charity, Harlot," Paladin Jillian spits, "I have higher powers on my side," She confidently adds.

You examine Jillian's words carefully, higher powers, as in multiple, not just singular and suddenly you start to understand where her newfound confidence is coming from despite putting her on the back foot. You silently cast a spell to give you a better view of what magical effects the Paladin has on her. There are various protections enchantments woven into her armour, which come as no surprise, her sword is also glowing with arcane power to ensure it hits truer and harder. Her holy symbol around her neck glows as you'd expect of a direct conduit of Tallock's power.

You tighten your focus and push past the Paladin's equipment and focus on the various protections on the Paladin's body, and sure enough, you see the various interwoven sigils and intricate spellcraft on her person. It's similar to the one you helped Lilith dispel from the temple priestess, but much powerful and intricate. The protection offered keeps Jillian's essence pure, what the theologically inclined would refer to as a soul, and spreads across her body. At the centre of Jillian's essence is a single bright glowing spot, effectively the point of origin of this protection spell that you know to be a tangible connection to Tallosk and how they bestow their power to her.

You knew you'd have to deal with this; holy and unholy seem to naturally oppose each other, so your best guess is to overload or suppress the protection long enough for you to claim victory. However, when you see the demonic sigils mirroring the protections of Jillian's holy ones overlayed in such a way as to not conflict, then you suddenly see the trap before you. Between the two overlapping protections, neither a holy nor an unholy solution would cause either to fail.

You take a moment to admire the ingenuity of it all, the level of thought and magical skill it would take to fuse the two protections into one without disrupting either. Tallocks' power flows through both, so they're likely none the wiser about the demonic influence, or at the very most, unable to object to it. You suppose that, providing nothing, the Paladin agreed to do goes against the core tenets of Tallocks' will, then he couldn't object. It would seem the complex rules and whims their followers must adhere to can sometimes be used against the divine.

Although as problematic as this revelation is, there is one fundamental flaw that you might be able to exploit. The entire protective ward is powered by Tallock's connection to the Paladin, and that gods really don't like sharing their champions. Now, all you need is some means to leverage this, and you should be able to strip back Paladin's protections, and she'll be none the wiser as she proudly steps into your club.

"Very well, I shall devise a challenge to test you," You agree with a smile.

"You have a week, and no longer," Paladin Jillian acknowledges.