Ragnar Man's Up.

“Umm.” Sandra looks across the table at David. “What part of lawful good priestess of the god of protection, truth and wisdom, do you not understand?”

“With my hand around Rae's waist I pull on her tunic top so that more of her cleavage is exposed.” David informsyou in a matter-of-fact tone that sounds like it should be coming from Saul.

“Excuse me!” Sandra's eyes go wide.

Before you can react, David continues, “'Hush, my little top-heavy trollop!', Ragnar loudly proclaims so that the guards can hear.”

“Exposed my cleavage?” Sandra cocks her head with an “oh really” glare to Ragnar. “Top-heavy trollop?”

“How can she be 'little' and 'top-heavy' at the same time?” Saul gets smart and asks with a sarcastic factual tone.

“'Put your weapons down! You're under arrest.' A large muscular guard barks are you.” You break in trying to get the conversation off Sandra's breasts, though your mind is certainty pondering those subjects at the moment. “You see eight guards before you. Six have swords drawn and two have crossbows.”

“Come on gentlemen.” David responds to the guards. “We are all men here, just look at this stacked strumpet . . .”

“Stacked strumpet?” Sandra again interrupts. “You know I am sitting at this table and can hear this?”

“Surely you can't blame me for breaking into the Mad Overlord's keep to snatch this fine piece of shapely ass?” Ragnar doesn't deviant from his lewd train of thought.

“David!” You state forcefully thinking your friend has pushed it too far this time.

“What do the guards say?” He calmly asks you.

“Ohh, well played, Ragnar, well played.” Saul nods in agreement, which makes you back off and ponder.

You roll for the guards reaction. “The confused guards move closer in. 'I said drop your weapons and let the woman go!' The head guard demands.”

“I whisper into Rae's ear.” David looks at Sandra, “When I let you go, get the hell out of here and tell the others I was captured.”

“Okay?” Sandra is now very confused.

“I let Rae go, push her away and then give her bubble like ass a hard slap with the flat blade of my sword.” David gleefully explains. “Ragnar steps forward and threatens the guards. 'How dare you cock-block me! Defend yourself!”

“Do you make a run for it?” You ask Sandra.

“Umm. sure?” The attractive brunette playing Rae is still nonplussed. “Was that your attempt at chivalry?” She asks David.

“Nah, I just wanted to look down Rae's shirt and spank your ass.” David jokes.

“My hero.” Sandra shakes her head, though with a pleased smile.