Start the test.

You return to your seat with no opposition and rest your weapon back on the side of the throne. Cari immediately floats down to rest on your lap once again, but she's completely woken up by now. She sits eagerly--excited to see what you have planned. Thankfully you're tall enough to see over her head. You grip her shoulder with one hand, rest your other on the armrest of your seat, and then shoot a piercing stare at the trembling adventuring party.

Oh by the gods. They're so hot. Are those demons? the cleric girl thinks. Their bodies are so cut... and their skin... and oh wow... I can't give in... I'm not allowed...

She seems to be flustered already, though she is hiding it well. You imagine such a thing isn't foreign to her. Beyond her thoughts, you feel something more--a sadness, lost and confused. She hasn't known what she's wanted for a long time. And now, that confusion is more intense than ever. Maybe you really can help her out.

"What others reside past that door?" the catfolk whispers to his companions. "I knew this was too easy."

You raise up your arm and point at the girl. "You."

The girl jumps. "M-Me?" She points at herself.

"What is your name?"

"I am Sister Alora Rensburg, a priestess of Lasis." Her voice remains soft and timid.

"Good luck," the paladin says while finally pulling himself up from the ground. "Sister Rensburg may seem shy, but she's a pure maiden of our god. Show him your power, Sister. I know you can do it."

"Y-Yes. Of course." She nods.

"Did you find an hourglass?" you whisper to the girl on your lap.

Cari sticks her hand down her blouse, and from between her perky cleavage, she retrieves a small hourglass filled with red sand. "Ta da!" With a giggle, she places it down on your armrest.

"Thank you." You lift it up high. "Five minutes! My people will do no harm to you. They will do nothing but speak to you, and make contact with you. Nothing more. However, after five minutes I will give you an ultimatum. One choice will be that I will not only let you go, but I will allow your paladin one open strike at my body, and you will be free to do whatever you wish after that, whether it be a continued attack on my fortress, or your departure. The other choice will have to wait. Though, surely you'll pick the former anyway, yes? And only you may choose, Alora. Nobody else."

"How dare you call her by her first name so casually?" the paladin barks.

"Do you understand?" You ignore him.

"I think so," she replies.

You spin the hourglass around and slam it down against the armrest of the throne. "Begin."

The two men approach her--one on either side. They begin caressing her delicate body, though her outfit is very conservative. The skills of an incubus are exceptional. Just like a succubus, they will find every weak spot you have. Hands softly touch her ears, and one kisses across her supple neck. Immediately, she lights up like a lantern. Her face floods with red as the two men care for her. They're not too grabby--just enough to tease. One whispers sweet nothings into her other ear.

Meanwhile, she looks down to see the firm, athletic body of the blond-haired man next to her. Without even thinking about it, she strokes a hand down his chest. Her breathing quickens. Her body grows hotter by the second. Soon her hand reaches his stomach, and her eyes move down to spot the front of his shorts starting to move. Something rises up from behind the fabric. Somehow, her face turns an even more vibrant shade of red and her mouth falls agape. She can't look away. The only thing that breaks contact is when he moves behind her, and the other with hair as white as snow kneels at her waist. Lips touch her neck, and hands feel up her legs beneath her pure white vestments.

"Mmm." She presses her lips tightly together, but the sounds of her desires struggle to escape. "Mmm--Aah... Oh~!"

The man behind her wraps his hands firmly around her chest--bulge pressing against her behind. Meanwhile, the other teasingly places his face against her hips. When she looks down, he extends his tongue.

Her chest rises with a deep, flustered gasp.

"What is with that reaction, Sister?" The paladin furls his brow. "I thought that the Father trained you well. You best not cost us this chance, you stupid..." but his words trail off into muttering.

At her feet, the kneeling man brings a hand up beneath her robe, though not to flash anyone in the room her goods, and finally makes contact with his thumb against her most sensitive spot of all. She seizes up and lets out an audible moan that catches everyone's attention. His hands are skilled enough to where he could easily make her cum in moments, but he holds back. That would defeat the purpose of the test.

"My brother and I can make you feel things you never even imagined were possible," whispers the blond behind her. "We can pamper you. Bring you the tastiest treats, and fancy wines, but what we can do best is lay you on your back and make you scream. Again and again. All night long."

"S-Stop," she whimpers. "I-I c-can't..."

"This is only his thumb. Imagine what he can do with his tongue."

"St--Aah~! Y-Yes!"

Closer and closer they make her. You look to the hourglass. It's almost empty. Even if this goes bottom up, you can take a direct blow from the paladin and survive. Though the real loser would be the girl. You can't stand seeing people unable to be themselves.

"What if I do... this?" whispers the man below her. Through the fabric of her panties, he plays with her clit like a toy.

"Aaahh~!" She throws her head back and clenches her teeth. Drool begins trickling down from her lips. Through deep, heavy panting, she does her best not to orgasm in front of everyone. At the very least, no part of her body is being shown off. She's being touched through her clothes. Though that only makes her thoughts race. What would it feel like not through my clothing? But such a thought only makes her body burn more.

"And stop!" you command.