With anger and suspicion

The gazes from both of the guards bore into you as you stride up towards the gate. Glancing quickly at each of them, you can almost feel the older man peeling your armour away and gazing at your naked form, his leer is so perverse. Though it is one tinged with suspicion and uncertainty. The other guard however, seems to be furious. You see his gaze flick from your holy symbol, adorned between your breasts, to your face again and again, his scowl becoming more and more pronounced as he does so. You see his knuckles whiten on the spear's shaft, clutching it tightly. Clearly he is not a fan of your faith. However, he keeps his mouth shut for now.

As you approach, it seems the younger guard cannot contain himself any longer. "This is one of those Lucretia tarts Sir! They worship sex and lewdness! She is surely here to **** the town's morals!" Your eyes flash, turning to give the young guard a piece of your mind, before the older guard holds up a hand. "Silence Matteau. However..." He looked at you askance. "...You do seem suspicious. That glittering armour, that sword... Where are you from, girl?"
"I am from the River's Edge monastery. I am an initiate of Lucretia, and I am here to aid this town in both monster slaying and healing." You respond, swallowing your fury. Matteau spits on the ground. "You must search the harlot, captain. She is probably hiding spells under that armour. Spells to bewitch men with those tits!" You would have found his words amusing if you didn't them so infruitating. His gaze is firmly on your armour now, staring at the large breast shapes on your chest. You were about to yell at him, but the older guard gets there first.
"What did I say Matteau?! Shut up or I'll tell your mother you're misbehaving." The older guard snaps. However, his gaze turns back to you dripping with suspicion. It seems that the young guard's words had made him all the more distrustful. "Times are hard miss. We have orc raids coming from the plains over yonder. And we've heard tales of a witches coven not too far from here. People have gone missing from their beds..." He seemed to consider you for a moment, and your smouldering gaze turns from Matteau back to him. "We can't let you in without searching you." The older gentleman resolves. "If you want to come into the town, you must submit yourself to being searched. If not, you can turn your little arse around and go back from whence you came." He said with a confident nod.

A search... You aren't sure how this will go. Should you submit to it?