You attempt to negotiate

“Nobody move” Jeanette’s the first person to recover themselves, “Helga, get over here.” The young nun disentangles her weapon from yours, quickly moving over to Jeanette’s side. “Now, I didn’t want to do this, but you **** my hand.” Dew begins to hyperventilate as she glances down at the knife.

“Don’t hurt her!” You call out, raising your hands ahead in a plea. “I’m the problem here, right?”

“Don’t panic, don’t panic” Jeanette says, pinning Dew’s arms with her free hand, “just so long as everyone plays along, Dew’ll be fine. She’s a good girl, I won’t hurt her unless I absolutely have to.”

You don’t think Dew finds that very reassuring, based on her terrified expression, but you don’t really have much choice but to play along. “Alright” you reply, “what do you want?”

“Me and Helga just want to get back to the convent, and be left alone there with Chaski” Jeanette glances at Xana, who’s silently fuming, “and no more talk of sex slavery, we can let bygones be bygones.”

“No deal!” Xana’s fury boils over as she points angrily at the orc woman. “This little whore slandered our guest, and she must pay the price!”

“MOM YOU BITCH!” Dew shouts, shaking as much as she can with the knife pressed up against her skin, “SHE’S GOT A FUCKING KNIFE!”

“Xana, shut up” you hiss, momentarily taking the drow by surprise, before she respectfully bows her head.

“As you wish, honoured guest.” To the surprise of everyone in the room, Xana just shuts up, closes her eyes and sits cross-legged on the floor. Huh, she took that better than you expected.

“Alright” you say, “so, the two of you go back to the compound, you let Dew go, that’s an alright deal. I think we can all live with that.” The easiest way to get Dew out of danger is to agree with the nuns at this point. Even though they’re both extremely hot and no doubt very fuckable women, you literally have an entire town basically acting as sex slaves for you at this point, you can live without them.

“Well…we may have to keep Dew for a while” Jeanette sighs, gesturing to the room. “Otherwise, you could round up a posse and, well, y'know. Bad shit.”

You stare at the nun with barely-disguised fury, but there’s nothing you can do. Even assuming you can defeat both of them, they’d cut Dew’s throat before you’d even get a swing in. You’re going to have to let them go.

“Very well then” you snarl. “Go.” The two nuns make haste, shoving past a still-gawking Akvi as they leave the room.

Everything’s silent for a good while, before a lone voice speaks up. “That was a violation of the peace!” Nina shouts, the catgirl’s brain, still slightly addled by sex, only now catching up on the situation. With the ice broken, the room soon devolves into a loud, directionless argument.