Yes. She may live, for a price. (Reformation Path)

You remain like that for a moment, sword held at her throat, before slowly pulling the tip of the blade away and sheathing the weapon with a light hiss of steel on leather. She looks up at you hopefully as you speak your judgement.

"You may live." You say, taking your foot off her chest and allowing her to rise. "But it will cost you."

Anise stares at you as she stands, refusing to take her eyes off of you as though she fears you will go back on your word and attack again. She raises an eyebrow when you mention her survival will cost her.

"What do you want?" She asks tentatively, afraid of provoking you. "Money? Items? I could even... um... well, I have adult content filters turned off, so I could... erm..."

You hold up a hand, before pointing to the Dryad where she still struggles against the snare-vines.

"Release her first, then we'll talk." You order, Anise happy to comply.

She snaps her fingers twice, causing the vines to retreat back into the earth from whence they came. The Dryad rises slowly, staggering when she regains her footing and catching herself by grabbing your arm. You ignore her in favour of watching Anise.

"I think you owe her something, as well as myself." You explain. "Dryad, return us to your tree so you can take on your passive form. Then you may demand whatever services you want from our Druidic friend here."

Anise makes as if to protest, but stops when you tap the pommel of your sword with one finger. She obediently follows you and the Dryad into the forest, though her downcast head suggests she is anything but pleased with this punishment.

The Dryad leads you to a small willow tree, maybe ten feet in height and twenty in diameter. She presses a finger to its trunk and seems to slowly disintegrate, her wooden form melting away and being replaced with flesh and skin.

After a few seconds, the wooden armour and claws are replaced with a brown skinned girl, who looks barely older than twenty. Her body is slender in figure, with long coltish legs and slim arms without either fat nor muscle. Wearing a green toga-like garment made of some woolen fabric, she happily strides over to you and Anise.

Soft green eyes and a dainty little button nose grant her a cute, almost innocent appearance, but the cruel grin on her face is anything but. She grabs Anise by the arm and, after you nod, pulls her back for the tree.

There, she pushes Anise into the ground before she sits down herself and spreads her legs, pulling up her toga's skirt and revealing her hairless pubic mound and hazel-coloured cunt lips. Anise is pulled forwards by a fistful of her brown hair, her face **** into the lustful Dryad's crotch.

"Better start licking," The Dryad giggles. "Or the big scary Dread Knight will get mad!"