You become personally involved.

You try to center yourself, putting the demonic voices in your mind to the side for now. There's the mission, always, and you need to figure out how you might be able to get back into the fight. For the moment, you're not even sure where you are or how you got here. Also, dehydrated and woozy, you're not in much of a position to be fighting anybody.

And yet, that becomes your first instinct, as you hear loud and angry yelling from the probably whore-house. Some yelling would probably be expected from such a place, but this is not the sounds of those in the throws of romance and orgasm. You've seen and overheard those a number of times as your comrades have violated the rules of the order, although you yourself had not. This is the very familiar sound of rage. You get the energy and strength you have to hurry over, letting yourself in through the front door, to see a large, burly, drunken man towering over a beaten woman on the floor. While these women are all contemptible for making a living on the lusts and infidelidities of others, whatever **** is being perpetrated against them is uncalled for and unnecessary.

"The fuck are you looking at, bum?" He yelled at you, his fists still tight and ready "you want a turn, you'll have to wait."

"I'm here for you" You say through a dry, strained voice, causing him to laugh.

"Me? What, you got your heart set on one of these? They ain't worth the coin it costs to dump your load, let alone the way they play you on, feeling like you care." There's some obvious pain and loss in him, but that's not important at the moment. "Aint none of this concerns you. Get out now, before you find yourself the next one on the floor."

"I can't do that" You reply shortly "You have to leave, now, before you regret it."

The lasts words spoken, the man charges at you with all his ferocity. Even as weakened as you are, this drunken fool is no match for your martial strength and training. He gets a few hits in to the side of your head, which hurt more than you thought they would, but you're able to work through it and knock him out first, with some precise shots to his solarplexes, his temple, and a choice uppercut to finish it off. The brute on the floor, you look around and see the number of women who had watched the whole thing. The number of alluring women, along with the heavy perfume, start to make you feel light headed.

"Ladies" You say as you nod your head towards them, before you too fall on the floor.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, after all.

You come too, finding yourself in a large bed. The scraps of clothing you were in have been hung on a small chair, and a small moist cloth was placed on your head. As you wake, you find an especially beautiful woman tending to you.

"Thank you so much, for what you did back there" She says slowly, softly, as she slowly brings a cup of water to your mouth "That would have gotten so much worse had you not been here.

"Such a brave, strong, caring man..." as her hand moves towards your fully erect cock, and begins stroking it "Please, let me repay your kindness..." Her hand is so soft against you, and the feeling so new and pleasurable, it seems almost impossible to resist. Still, you know this is against the rules of Vahn and your order on several levels...