She chooses "freedom"

"Let Kiki go!" She demands, as you continue to shag her relentlessly.

You shrug and snap your fingers.

Keyleth finds herself a short time later, on a dirt road, completely naked, crawling away from the palace. By the time she nears any civilization her palms and knees are raw and bruised from the length of her journey. The weight of her breasts forces her to lean downward as she crawls, keeping her inflated ass skyward. The sensitivity of her breasts and cunt forces her to stick to the road, for fear that brushing against a few blades of grass might set her off, into a new series of obnoxiously verbalized orgasms.

She discovers, in that once provincial town, the paradise that only a realty-breaker like yourself could create. Having been brought up her whole life to believe that **** and suffering were merely aspects of life, she now looks at what no god or primordial could do, cure humanity of all their folly.

She's quickly picked up by a group of young men looking to do their civic duty, who drag her to the pillories where those arrested of public indecency are placed at the mercy of the public. She attempts to explain who she is and why she is naked, but between her ridiculous voice and the series of moans she goes into when they start manhandling her, communication is rendered moot.

They lock her up alongside a couple of other town bicycles, and make use of her, having been told it is impolite not to satisfy the sexual urges of a woman in heat when she is front of them. Of course, Kiki's new endurance means that she outlasts all of them, but they give it their best try, wandering off, dehydrated and stunned at the stamina of the latest town whore.

Kiki becomes something of an attraction for the town. Being turned on so easily and having such an absurd looking body, she quickly becomes an urban legend, passed on between traveling merchants. Her lifespan, extended by her druidic magic combined with her elven heritage, means that she will remain in that town for over a millennia, fed by the generous neighbors who relieve their frustration on her mewling, whorish body.

She remains an embarrassment to elves and half-elves everywhere, with her notoriously sensitive ears starting all kinds of crass rumors. Eventually, the story of Vox Machina, the heroes who attempted to prevent the ascendance of the Absolute God, will be forgotten, along with the story of Keyleth, the Voice of the Tempest, the Cheiftan of her Tribe. Once it is, she will spend the rest of her long, long life, as Kiki the Whore, being used and abused by all manner of curious travelers and unable to even express her displeasure due to her disobedient voice, limited vocabulary and hypersexualized nervous system.

Eventually, even she will forget who or what she once was and will become the drooling whore that everyone knows she is.