The bandit’s boyfriend argues back at her.

“You should j-just untie me! I don’t owe you anything for humiliating me in the first place!” Prince Candyfloss whines as his girlfriend ogles and teases him.

“Aw come on, I’m givin’ the chance fer’ any ol’ favor…” Roxanne teases even harder, sliding a finger down his scepter, “a favor sexual or elsewise.”

“Oh, I see what you’re saying…” Alder says between blushes, finally getting on the bandit’s page. “Like a boobjob, or a chance to spank you, or a massage. Oh wait! I know just the thing I want…”

He gets a lot quieter and whispers something so filthy into the Roxanne’s ear that she clutches at her imaginary pearls. When it finally hits her that Alder was making a request, she shouts, “Wait! No! Not that! Anything but that!”

“Agree, or I won’t play along with you for the remainder of our quest.” Her boyfriend says as if he isn’t handcuffed naked in the countryside. “Why should I indulge your dirtiest, most debasing fancies if you can’t fulfill my one fantasy? Do this for me and you’ll have a prince as a plaything.”

The bandit girl fidgets with her tooth gap, face bright red as she weighs the options; cave in to her beau’s insane, degenerate demands, or not have the prince as a semi-willing plaything? If she wants to watch that boy’s dick bounce for a no-pants-dance, she’ll have to suffer quite the humiliation herself…