Ask for a threesome with Kara and her cousin.

Part of you can't believe you're about to suggest such a thing to Kara. Kara, who you'd been doing so well with. Kara, your potential queen. Still, she'd promised you anything, and currently, only one thing was on your mind...

"Your cousin, the healer. She's a fetching woman." You grin.

"If you like them well-fed." Kara observes. "I love Rhona, but personally, I think women should be in shape. Ready to slay a few Deanians should they step on her land."

"The Gods provide plenty of natural splendour for us to enjoy." You muse, caressing Kara's naked body. "Be it the cake-fed curve of a thick arse, or the physique of a warrior woman, I can appreciate multitudes."

"Ach, you sound like Donald." Kara says, playfully rolling her eyes. "I take it that's what you want, then? Rhona and myself, for your appreciation, concurrent-like?"

"Would that be a problem?" You slur.

"I did promise you whatever you ask for, didn't I?" Kara smiles sultrily. "I should be able to talk Rhona into it. She may spend her time helping put demons and their worshippers to the torch, but I've seen her take off her vestments and do plenty that's sinful."

"What about you, what do you get, if you overcome me?" you ask.

"You'll owe me a boon yourself. And I'll collect when the time is best." Kara says mysteriously.

"Alas, there's only one problem." the Beathan Princess sighs, rising out of your bed. You can't help but admire her creampied sex, the patch of neat red hair above it, as she stands before you.

"Which is?"

"You need to win, first!" Kara grins, cradling her finger on the hourglass, ready for your okay.