Strenuously refuse Haggen's "special medicine"

The slap rings out loudly in the infirmary. Haggen's whole jowly face jiggles with the impact and his squinting eyes finally go wide enough to reveal the whites.

"Ah!" he cries and takes a step back, his filthy paws finally leaving your bottom.

"That sort of rubbing might work on the girls you meet at docks," you say, jabbing a finger into his chest. "But you touch me with those hands one more time I am going to break your nose. Do you understand?"

"Y-yeah," he says, taking another step back. "Sorry, sister. I was just, I mean, it has been a long time aboard and I thought, I mean, I wasn't going to, you--"

"Enough. I get it. Apology accepted and I won't tell Captakin Rakins to keelhaul you. Now is there anything else I need to know about this?" You gesture to the poultice pressed onto the wound on your arm.

"N-no, it will dry and it should be fine like that. If you feel any fever, or the limb starts aching up the arm, then you come and see me again. Might have to cut some."

"I hope it doesn't come to that."

You depart the infirmary and stop just outside the door to adjust the poultice. As you are standing you hear a man groaning. At first, you think you are hearing one of the wounded through the door. Then you hear the man's voice distinctly say, "Oh, yeah, sister."

Glenda! You following the moaning and groaning through the darkened, swaying innards of the ship, down another flight of stairs to the lower hold. A single lantern hanging from the timbers swings back and forth with the motion of Skirmisher. The moving light illuminates a scene that shocks you into a paralysis.

Three sailors are standing beneath the light, including the dark-skinned Duullem who lifted you onto his muscular shoulders. All three sailors have their trousers down and their cocks out. Kneeling before them like a dockside whore, is your supposedly chaste sister Glenda. The green-haired elf has a cock in each hand and is using her mouth to pleasure Duullem's thick, black manmeat. She moans around him, bobbing her mouth on his cock as she wanks the cocks to either side of her face.

While what she is doing might not be a complete violations of the strictures of the Burning Rose, you are fairly certain the goddess would frown upon one of her faithful daughters on her knees blowing three sailors.

"That's it, love," murmurs Duullem. "Take as much as you can. Just like that."

"Mmmmphmmmm," moans Glenda, stroking the cocks and slurping on Duullem's mahogany manmeat.

Watching this lewd scene play out, you feel as if you should do something, but you're not exactly sure what.