Have some spicy refreshments.

You stand from your throne and approach her, leaving you weapon behind. You stand over her, but she still sheathes her blade, and hooks her shield behind her back. The armour-clad woman crosses her arms with the sound of rubbing metal, and stares up at you with no fear in her eyes. But that shell around her body is doing more than concealing a sexy elven physique. It's also hiding away a desire--something that should never be oppressed. It's something even sadder than one needing to hide one's fetish, for this isn't a fetish at all.

Cari and Thana return with a number of succubi behind them. They all have matching outfits--torn white crop-tops that barely cover their tits. As they walk, they bounce so openly within their shirts that you're amazed they don't pop right out of the bottom given the ample amount of underboob being teased. That's succubi for you though. They're masters at teasing. They also wear tight red shorts that hug their curves, but nothing else. They opted for bare feet today. Two succubi in the front carry silver platters with little snacks on top. Another two succubi carry a table together. A fifth has two frothy mugs in her hands.

The table is placed between you, and the food is places on top. You watch closely as the divine templar can't keep her eyes off them. You swear she's not far from drooling the way her eyes are following their jiggling bodies, especially when the two up front bend over to place down their platters, and she gets a perfectly angled view down their tops--completely on purpose of course.

Colour is starting to show itself on her nose and across her forehead. She removes both of her gauntlets, and wipes her head before sliding her fingers back through her hair as she takes a deep breath in. She looks down at the food, and then to you as she lets the air back out. "I cannot trust your food either."

You pick up an apple and sink your teeth into its flesh. After chewing it down, you look to the succubus carrying the drinks. "I see. I suppose we won't need those then either. Sorry."

"That's okay~," hums the succubus. With a smile, she tilts the mugs back, and pours them both all over herself.

Dame Elerem jumps in surprise. "Why?!" But then her eyes widen as the succubus' clothes cling to her body.

The white material becomes translucent. Her nipples poke right through the top, and droplets of ale travel down her perfect, sexy body--along her stomach, and down her legs. You're fairly certain there's a few moments where the elf's eyes are following one single drip all the way down to the servant's feet.

"Haa," she mutters. It's a strange noise--one of desperation and struggle. She's finding it hard to focus. "Oh wow."

"Sorry, Lord Efrin. I got all wet," the succubus teases with a wink. She squishes her breasts up and together between her arms, and then lets them bounce back down.

You take another bite of the apple and shrug.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" another succubus asks as she plucks a grape and holds it out. "I can feed it to you if you'd like."

The fruit lingers near her lips, and the elf's breaths quiver. "N-No. I am fine. Please, allow us a discussion." Her hand reaches down, but the front of her groin is nothing but an impeding piece of metal. Her thoughts are getting so loud that it doesn't take much effort to hear them. Oh gods I am so pent up right now. This is a dream. No, a nightmare. How am I supposed to keep resisting? Oh Lasis, if you are out there, please bless me with inhuman will. A simple mortal cannot resist such temptations.

Behind her are her two men. They look flustered, but are doing their best to keep it together. They don't seem to be having it as rough as her. Perhaps it's where the attention is directed, or perhaps she's simply had her true nature suppressed for far too long.

"Please?" the succubus asks. Her top hangs down as she bends forwards, and she touches the grape to the girl's lips.

The elf shivers. "J-Just one," she whispers, and takes the grape in her mouth.

"Thank you." She giggles. "You're so cute."

"I-I am not," she says with food in her mouth, and she brushes a hand back through her hair before looking back to you. She swallows. "You are trying to distract me, and I find it frankly insulting."

"Why would you be distracted by a woman?" you shoot a question immediately back.

"I... Exactly. Such a thing is forbidden by the Church."

One of the succubi in the back wraps her arms around another, and glides her hand down her stomach. The two demons embrace, and begin to toy with one another as they giggle. "That sounds terrible," says one.

"You're correct in what you've been saying, m'lady," says one of the boys. "The Demon King fights with underhanded tactics. This is a waste of your valuable time."

The other speaks as well. "With all due respect, we should finish up here. We aren't here to befriend anyone."

You cross your arms. "I have an idea then. If you want someone to watch us, then so be it, but I want it to be you, Jan."

"J-Jan?" She clenches her teeth. "How dare you be so rude with my name."

"Remain here for as long as you wish and study us. Report anything back that you wish. For what it's worth, you have my word that I won't do anything to you. None of us will hurt you. Have your men camp nearby, and you can invade and slay each and every one of us if this is all a secret plan to **** you. Surely it'll help you think as well."

"I do not know what you are trying to say, but... that idea is not so bad."

"But m'lady!" the last boy says. "That sounds incredibly dangerous."

"I can handle myself. And truthfully, I wish to be the judge of this Demon King myself."

"Then let it be so." You turn and begin walking back towards your throne. "I hereby grant you full access to all of Raffermir. I have nothing to hide. We will not lay a harmful hand on you.""

Cari makes grabby hands. "What if the hand isn't harmful?"

Dame Janlanna Elerem, templar and knight of Varat, will now be staying with you for an undetermined amount of time. After she speaks with her men once more, the reluctantly depart, and finally she's alone. You've removed the last thing you could remove that might be pressuring her to stay with the Church. The only thing you can do now is show you what you have to offer, make her feel comfortable, and slowly crack through that armour.