Soldier on

With no other options available, the poor knight has **** but to continue on, despite the... feelings it causes her.

The woman makes another pitiful little hop, and then let's out another cute squeak as the harness rubs against her yet again.

You watch in utter delight as the once-mighty warrior whimpers and mewls like a kitten as she continues to hop about.

She tries taking long, slow hops and short, fast little hops, hoping that one will be less... stimulating for her, but the result is always the same.

You freeze time for a moment and reposition yourself further down the street, so you can get a better view of her sexy struggle, and boy what a view it is!

"This woman is in the wrong profession," you tell yourself as you admire her shapely physique.

The disgraced knight's face is red as a tomato now.

Her nipples are rock-hard (she'll likely insist it is from the cold, but you aren't entirely convinced) and jutting out proudly from those perfect breasts (you take a moment to freeze time and grope them again just to confirm it).

Her pale, exposed skin displays all of her impressive muscles, yet still maintains a feminine softness to it that contrasts perfectly with the leather harness you are making her wear.

Sweat is beading all over her body now from the physical exertion of it all, and making her glisten in an unbelievably erotic manner.

You reposition yourself once more, this time behind a couple of barrels and watch her continue her little hopping. You drink in all the sights and sounds of her unintentionally lewd performance, enjoying every long, drawn-out second of it.

Her breathing is loud and ragged as she continues her struggle, and... is that a hint of yearning you hear in her voice as she moves just a little closer?

Of course the question answers itself when she hops again and you (or rather, your nose) make a most embarrassing discovery:

The glistening liquid dribbling down the warrior woman's thighs isn't sweat.