Yes

Location: Gobel-en-Methel, Palace, Throne Room
HP: 100/100
Lust: 51/100
Corruption: 1/100
State: Eager, Confused
Equipment: Îr
Level: 1
Experience: 54/1000

"Yes, I think so.", you say, despite your irresistible desire to jump on her.
"Good. Tinyrith. Let me explain the reason of your presence here. As you may know, during times of crisis, we appoint those who will have to accomplish safety missions by drawing lots. You have been chosen to serve your city and protect it against its enemies."
"What enemies?"
"Orcs. Rangers reported orcish activities in the northern part of the forest. They're getting closer and we can't fight them on our own. We need help. You must go as our ambassador to the southern human city, Duthurware and remind them our alliance pact. Tell them their help will be rewarded."
"When should I go?"
"Tomorrow. Prepare yourself for a long journey. My intendant will give you some gold. I'm afraid the only language humans understand is money language. You will take our best horse at the stables. Take this."

The queen gives you a pink dagger. You can feel its magic just by touching its handle.

"This is Îr, the dagger of desire. It fills its victims withlustful thoughts. If you encounter a deadly enemy, it may prevent your ****. Make sure not to harm yourself with it. And if you have to use it... well erotism is your job, isn't it?"
"Thank you, I guess...", you reply, dubitative.
"I wish you good luck, Tinyrith. You are dismissed."

You make a little reverence and exit the throne room... or at least you try. When you reach the door, you hear people fighting. And people dying. An orc enters the room and stops right away when he sees that someone is on his way. The first thing you notice is his impressive mace covered with elvish blood. The second thing you notice is his other "mace", hiding behind a primitive loincloth. He seems rather pleased to see you, judging by the tilting of his cock. You are not unpleased yourself by that upsetting sight. You shut your mouth even if you do not remember having opened it and try to look at something else than his crotch. His incredible mass of muscles gives him a dismal look and his face is the most ugly you have ever seen. But you feel unexpectingly attracted by his perfect monstruosity. You show difficulties to think, but you have to react quickly: he is now moving towards you...