Strip her

You walk over to the entangled bard and crouch down. You pull out your small knife and hold it in front of her face.

"Hey! I told you, I don't like-!" she cries in alarm. You slash down with the short blade, severing the front of her dress and setting her constricted globes free. They bounce and jiggle for several moments with their newfound freedom, pink nipples already at stiff attention.

"What is with these lewd jugs?" you have to ask. You're eyeing them with lust, but a bit of envy, too. Greed starts to add itself as you decide you want to keep them all to yourself; and wrath makes its voice heard as you watch their mesmerizing movements. "Nipples already aroused? Are you some kind of masochist?" You slap one of the giant breasts hard, hard enough to leave a red hand-print on the soft flesh. She responds with the sexiest moan yet. That just makes you want to slap her more.

"I'm- Nnngh!- You- Aaahn!- It's your-" she tries to gasp between slaps, but something (and you're pretty sure it's not the whip) is interrupting her breathing. A small shudder passes down her body.

A light dawns in your head. She really might be a masochist, or submissive, or both. With the number of times you struck her with Lust Whip, it would be strange if she wasn't under the effect of one of those debuffs.

You stop your **** of her rack and bring your knife to her body once more. Slowly you cut away the thin, blue fabric of her dress. She's panting heavily, not offering any resistance or complaint. As you finish the cut and the garment falls away, you're greeted with the beautiful sight of her bare, round ass and, on the other side, a shaved pussy.

"No underwear? Really now, are you a born-and-bred slut?"

"Oh, like... that means much... from you," she gasps. "You weren't even... wearing a shirt."

You'll have to concede that one. The only thing you've ever worn is that loincloth, and it didn't grow at all when you did. "I'm a demon; we're supposed to be sluts. Or studs, as the case may be." You roll the bard onto her belly and stand over her, admiring the sight of this red-headed beauty naked and entirely at your mercy.