First of all, you'd like her to undress!

Clémence looks up at you expectantly with wide, slightly hazy eyes, a coy smile on her lips. Her tongue pops out for a moment, as if in anticipation of what you intend to do with her. But there is no need to rush. You flutter down until you are in line with those hungry eyes, which follow your every movement. Clémence can barely contain her excitement, and only the naturally subservient effect of the poison flowing through her veins is stopping her from throwing herself on you.

You admire your prey from close-up with a devilish grin and a sense of pride. It's been a long time since anyone so attractive tried to **** you. Her cheeks are soft, her bust pronounced and, although petite, she looks every inch a woman. An unusual bounty hunter to be sure, but as a sex **** she’s a quite the find. But, as her career as a warrior has come to an unfortunate end, her weighty, rather cumbersome armour now seems redundant, particularly for the task you have in mind for her. ‘Undress’, you command. Clémence’s eyes light up and you hover back a few steps to properly appreciate the spectacle. ‘Slowly’.

Clémence follows your instructions to the letter. Slowly but with a confidence that impresses and delights you, she begins to unclasp the many leather straps that hold her breastplate together and hide her bosom from your view. One by one they pop open with a satisfying snap, and one by one Clémence removes them gently with exaggerated motions in your direction. Little by little, you spy glimpses of her flesh. Her stomach, arms, neck, just small hints of what lies underneath. Her skin is sticky, as if coated in a thin layer of sweat. She isn’t wearing anything else under her platemail! What a naughty little slut! You love it!

Clémence unbuckles the final strap, a thick steel bracer that wraps tightly around her slim waist. It comes undone with a solid chime and you lick your lips unthinkingly. The platebody slides up the young woman’s body with difficulty, stuck to the moist flesh underneath, but Clémence finally pulls it over her head with a pop. She looks back at you almost shyly, but a fierce pride beams across her face. And with justification! The body in front of you is divine. A thin, prominent neck leads down to shapely shoulders, a pronounced chest and a flat, sculpted stomach. Long, tanned arms end in dainty fingers. Your attention, of course, is captured most of all by the full, perky breasts which gaze back at you defiantly. Round and supple, full but not too large and topped off by small pink nipples which stand to attention before you. Oh, it’s been far too long!

You regain your composure and tell Clémence to continue. As fantastic as her breasts are, there is plenty left yet to discover! Smiling as if pleased at your enjoyment, the warrior reaches down to the chainmail skirt that protects her intimacy from your greedy vision. This time, the process is simpler. A few quick clicks and the mail begins to descend of its own accord, gathering in a loose pile between Clémence’s stern boots, which she removes in turn. Small, elegant feet lead upwards to the long, toned legs of a true shieldmaden. Her thighs are trim and hips wide and inviting. But your gaze immediately locks onto the thin strip of fine cotton guarding Clémence’s sex. Her hands descend to her waist, tentatively taking hold of the garment with a couple of fingers on each side before pulling downwards with a deliberate slowness. A few well-trimmed hairs poke out from the panties before the main prize reveals itself. Clémence’s fine lips, swelled in nervous expectation, peek out timidly before being unveiled in all their glory. Smooth, curved and hairless, they call to you, beg you to take them. It takes all your strength to resist ravishing her on the spot. Instead, you let loose a satisfied sigh and behold the magnificent sight before you.

Clémence holds your eye and smirks lustfully. And here you were wondering whether this imp was worthy of possession. A good choice, after all. You’ve acquired quite the reward!