Rely on your faith to give you strength

You spit and **** the slime's tongue out of your mouth. It looks at you with a hurt expression on its translucent face. You manage to use your gauntlets to keep its jiggling bosom from swallowing you up. It's only a temporary relief. The slime girl has already swallow you up to your waist and the creature is oozing between the fingers of the gauntlets. It's only a matter of seconds before it has your arms pinned.

You close your eyes and begin to pray to your goddess.

"By my chastity and by my deed, I commit myself to the path of the Burning Rose." The words give you strength and you continue, speaking louder even as the slime drips past your fingers and begins to slurp onto your breasts. "I forge myself into righteous shield and sword, to protect the innocent and to defeat all those that would defile. She without name, give me strength. Guardian mother of the chaste, who burns unquenched, lend me your fury."

In the darkness, you see the face of the Burning Rose. She is beautiful and peaceful, a nude woman with flowing red hair and a voluptuous body surrounded by a great emptiness. Her curves are lit by the flames of desire that do not harm her flesh. Her eyes slowly open, flashing from blue to glowing red as she peers into your heart and judges you.

"My daughter," she whispers in the softest possible voice.

The soft sound of her voice becomes a roar in your throat.

"Mother!" you cry, and your faith casts the slime girl off your body and throws her into the back of the boat. She loses her shape and splatters over the bench, coating the oars in her slithering slime. You take a step back and draw your blade as the slime girl reforms. She has a hurt expression on her face.

"GRrrrrooooo?" she burbles. "Why you hurt? I only want to kiss and love and eat."

"You wanted to eat me?!"

"Yes, yummy pretty girls make good slime." She claps her hands together. "I thought you like me."

"How could I like a creature that wants to eat me?" You demand, swinging your sword to keep her at a distance.

"I not eat you. I promise."

"You ate my clothes!" You cry, looking down at the scraps of your clothing slicked to your body with the slime girl's residue.

She brings a gooey finger to her plump lips and twists coquettishly.

"Mmmm grrroooo," she says. "I show you where other boat is. Full of nice things."

"Why should I trust you?"

She drops into a gooey pile in an instant and her slime tendrils shoot beneath you, between your legs. With a slurp she rises behind you and her weight nearly unbalances the boat and tips you both into the lagoon. She taps you on the shoulder, just inches away.

"If I really want eat, I eat." She smiles wide, a gooey, exaggerated grin that is all the more strange because her teeth are just more translucent blue jelly. "But mean pirates have ship. Chase me. You help me. I help you. Many yummy pirates and so much good things for you."

The slime girl may not fully understand the power of your sword. You feel certain you could strike her down and continue with your plan to row this boat to the village of Slurry. Then again, maybe these pirates and their ship could prove useful. And maybe the slime girl could be a useful ally, presuming she can be trusted.