Time to strap it on.

The Warlord grins as he reaches down and opens an oaken chest next to the bed he sits on. From the well-worn container he produces a black thong with a massive leather phallus attached to it.

"By the gods" Naerwyn mutters taken aback by the size of the black monster. The assassin eyes also go wide; not only because of its girth but also that the leather it is constructed out of looks quite rigid and unforgiving. The various studs covering the shaft are almost as concerning as the faint magic runes stitched into the sexual weapon with enchanted crimson thread.

"I found this little toy in the effects of a priestess's caravan I plundered." Trimon muses as he looks over the perverted tool with curious amusement. "From what I have heard of that sadistic witch she must have used it to keep her slaves submissive and compliant."

Staring intently at the strap-on the Warlord wonders out loud. "I have been curious for a while to see this thing in action. No doubt it is enchanted, but to what end? For a reward? For chastisement? Maybe both? Either way, I have been dying to find out."

The powerfully built barbarian chief then looks up and stares intently at the two naked imposters before him. "And tonight is my lucky night."

Holding out the menacing looking device Trimon inquires, "So ladies who thinks they can wield this weapon?" He then smirks, "And who is going to get impaled?"