Somewhat, but a greater transgression is coming.

“Something wrong?” You inquire not being able to read the beautiful brunette's reaction.

“It's nothing. I'm sorry.” Sandra timidly avoids eye contact. “I'm never heard you use those words before.”

“What words?”

“You know,” the Librarian-Science major sheepishly squirms, “for a woman's rear, chest and private parts.” She then hastily tries to reassure you, “Not that it offended me. I'm use to it from David and Saul, let alone Viv who swears like a sailor. It was just different hearing you talk so graphically and forcibly.”

“You said Rae wanted 'to know what to expect.' We can stop if you're uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no.” Sandra reaches across the table and gently touches your hand. “I'm sorry. I did ask for it, please continue. I love your game and I have to know what happens Lady Bryana and myself . . . I mean Rae.”

As the pop dating advice axiom about “if a woman touches you she likes you” rolls about in your head you decide to play it safe, “What spells does Rae memorize for this day?” You ask.

“Second level cleric spells stink.” Sandra slowly draws her hand away and picks up her character sheet.”

“Yes, they do. It's a horrible choice.” Is your bitter reply.

“Can I learn Command four times and I guess Hold Person?”

“Sure.” You nod almost amused by the ironic name of the second level spell she chooses.

“Here's my plan.” Sandra leans back forward excitedly as you enjoy a very quick glance at her ample breasts pushing against her dress gray t-shirt. “I am going command the guards to have Lady Bryana and myself be switched. I will tell Bryana to inform the party about my plan with personal proofs that it's from me. Once the group is sure her ladyship is free then they can come back and rescue me. I know it's risky but Rae has sworn by Saint Cuthbeth to free this innocent woman.”

“Alright.” You do not argue and in all truth are a bit excited that the curvy cleric might go to the auction block.

Going into full story-mode you weave the best tale you can as Sandra hangs on your every word. At first, the buxom coed's plot works well. With the command “believe” and “switch” Sandra is able to change cells and identities with Bryana. At this point the enthralled Ms. Morelli declares she is ready for the evening guard's advances.

“Rae's is being a bit self-assured of herself and her beauty, I see.” You jest which makes Sandra turn crimson with a timid smile.

“You're not wrong, of course.” Your words border on the flirtatious. “The obese muscular hulk grunts, 'Dance girly, and drop your arms, I want to see them.'”

Sandra then asks if she Commands him to “ignore” will that idea stick for everyone, to which you decree that a roll above 8, and not over her 14 Wisdom, would be required.

“Oh, darn it.” Sandra huffs as she rolls a 2.

“Well the guard does ignore you but moves on to another girl, still quite aroused after getting a good look at Rae's nearly half naked body.” You explain.

“I have one more spell so I try again.” Sandra rolls her dice with confidence but her eyes go wide in terror when it settles on the accursed “20,” a natural fumble for skill rolls. “No, not Lady Bryana!” She gasps. “He can **** her! Please, Stephen, not her!”

Taking aback, having never had a player beg you for a decision, you try both to respect the game and give in to the gorgeous brunette's plea. “As per the rules, a fumble must lead to the worse possible outcome, but there are six other women in the hull.” Rolling an eight sided dice you pretend it means something and declare, “He ignores Bryana, or should I say the fake Rae, and lumbers towards the next most attractive woman, a redheaded thief with a 15 charisma.

“What happens to her?” Sandra whispers with grave concern.

You resolve to play this part straight. “Since he is forbidden to impregnate any of the slaves, the guard would take her in other graphic ways.”

“He sodomizes her?” Sandra gasps.

You weren't thinking anal sex, though the thought the proper Ms. Morelli has it on her mind is intriguing, and certainly arousing. “I hate to say it, but you did fumble,” You give yourself cover, “the brute forces her to take him in several different ways, including from behind. All you can to do is watch and listen to the poor woman's grunts, groans and swears as the over-sized brute, who has considerable endurance, ravishes her time and time again.”

“That's horrible.” Sandra covers her chest with her arm in disbelief, as you stare at her right hand that gently cups her large soft mound. “This is all my fault,” she moans, “would my Hold Person spell help?”

“Can I hold them.” Are the most unfortunate words that slip out of your mouth. “I mean . . . you can't hold him for long and then he will know you're a spell-caster. Fumbles are meant to be terrible.”

“Then all I can do is pray for this poor woman.” Sandra intones with all seriousness and piety. “I'm ashamed of my arrogance and failure and ask Saint Cuthbert that this woman receive mercy and that he gives Rae humility and the willingness to accept any chastisement he might decree.” Sandra subtly pressing her hand in against her chest.

“You certainly play a lawful good cleric well.” You compliment your newest player as your semi-erect other head is in danger of converting to chaotic evil. Fighting through the imagery of Sandra fondling herself you notice for the first time that when speaking about her D&D deity Sandra flips back into the third-person, yet about everything else she always speaks in the first-person, including anything sexual.

Moving the game along you skip to the next day where Sandra is able to Command the two day guards into believing the switch of Rae for Bryana. That final evening Sandra is able able to Command the guard to ignore Lady Bryana, though with only a roll of a 6. When the brute turns his attention to Rae, Sandra rolls a “14”, criticing her Wisdom and thus curving the guards sexual desires completely.

Though a bit surprised the brown eyed beauty isn't more excited by her success you grab the Player's Handbook to check to see what bonus the party would have in believing Bryana's story. Quickly glancing down at the page you notice that the “Wisdom Table II: Adjustment for Clerics” reads “one 1st level spell” for level 14 wisdom. Misreading the chart you joke, “I think we goofed up, Rae is suppose to only have 3 first level spells.”

“Doesn't that table . . .” Sandra begins to speak and then her voice goes silent. “You're right, I cheated.” She then solemnly states.

“Excused me?”

“I really want to free Lady Bryana.” The Librarian-Science major confesses, though without any blushing or looking away. “I needed that extra spell so I lied and cheated.”

“I see.” Is your only response. For all the craziness of your friends none of them have ever cheated before, let alone be so quick to admit it.

“In Dungeons and Dragons.” Sandra asks in all seriousness, “What's the punishment for cheating?”