Into a trap

The road continues for a while, and you trudge down it uneventfully. Emma seems to have gone quiet for the moment, but that does little to diminish your shame as your wimpy, girly armor jingles with every step, threatening to expose your shrimpdick if you move too quickly. You see in the distance, the smoke and silhouette of a distant town, and set off towards it, hopeful that there might be some respite there, or at least a change of clothes.

As you walk, a woman steps into your path. She has long blonde hair, a gorgeous face, and a much more practical set of plate armor than yours, though it still does little to hide her curvy frame. Almost immediately, you hear more women move, and soon enough a crowd of five surround you. The woman directly in front of you, clearly the leader, speaks. "Surrender your equipment, pindick, or we'll be **** to take it from you."