Try to make an excuse

Chickening out, you try to tell her that you were looking for the kitchen but got turned around.

“This is nowhere near the kitchen, servant. But… I do see a tasty little morsel in front of me…” Mileena’s snake-like tongue wraps around your neck, sneaking the tip into your mouth. You feel her breath getting warmer, and her teeth begin pressing against your face.

No fucking was done tonight… or ever again.