Sure

You're about to say no, but then she turns around and you see her armor serves more like a thong than protection from behind, and you realize it wouldn't hurt to stay.

You follow the woman into her house, and she sits on a chair at a dining room table. She gestures to sit across from you, and you do.

"So, where are you from, boy?" she asks, pouring tea.

"Oh, a small town called Eridia. It's a farm town, a little ways down the road."

"Mmmm, interesting," she says, clearly not caring. "And are all the boys soldiers there, Mr...?"

"Doe. John Doe. And no, not all, but some. Others farm, or run shops."

"And what do the women do there?"

"They do housework, help farm, raise the kids."

"Where I come from," the woman says. "The roles are reversed. Women are the soldiers and shop owners, men are the homemakers."

"Weird," you say, sipping the tea. "Where are you from, anyway?"

"I am Hippolyta, from a land across the sea called Amazonia. My people are the Amazons."

"Well, nice to meet you, I guess." As you sip the tea, the same pink-clad sentry comes in. Now, you can definitively see it's a woman, although she's either young or androgynous.

"A man!" she yells, drawing her spear. "Not wearing his collar!"

"Calm down, Anastasia," Hippolyta says, holding up her hand. "He's not from here. He's an outsider."

"Has he been fitted yet?"

"He hasn't implied he plans on staying."

"Well, I wasn't planning on," you interrupt. "I'm an adventurer!"

"Of course you are," Hippolyta chuckles. "But we can't let you leave. Not now that you know we're here."

"Why can't people know you're here...?" you ask, slowly reaching for your sword.

"Because we plan on overthrowing this government silly, and we can't have any dumb man screwing it up," she says matter-of-factly. "Now, you can either stay by will or by ****. You choose, I'm not picky."