You don't wait to find out

Glancing down at the breathtakingly beautiful and voluptuous black woman where she lies in the bed that you’ve just placed her on, you begin to wonder if it was such a wise move to choose Maluba. Not that you’re sorry about attempting to save her, to leave her there to die would have been a sort of cruelty which you never ever want to engage in, but you have to admit that it’d be a pretty tragic situation if she were to die there, as that would leave you having displayed quite a great deal of heroism in storming the tower and finding the collection of females slaves but with nothing to show for it apart from a few of Drax’s trinkets, valuable though they may be.

Your gaze remains locked on Maluba for a few more seconds, and it seems as though you might have administered the antidote before her condition deteriorated into the irrevocably terminal, but you’re still not certain that she’s going to pull through.

Putting down the axe which you “liberated” just after you’d scaled the walls and leaning it against the drawer in which you found the flask containing the antidote, you walk out of the smaller room and find that the **** girls are still mingling with your fellow soldiers. Fortunately enough for your purposes, your dozen friends are still too taken after the ordeal which was the storming of the walls to have proceeded to having their way with the eight **** girls at this point, even if it looks as though that’s soon to come.

“Boys,” you’re again amazed at the respect which your comrades are showing, with you barely being **** to raise your voice in order to get their attention.
All of them are looking at you now, waiting to hear what you’ve got to say.

“I’ve got one of the women in there,” you motion towards Drax’s room, “looking like she’s going to survive the poison which some sadistic fuck infected her with. I’ve also got an awful lot of valuables in there, and they’re far too much for me to carry.”

“So, I figure that I’ll let you all take that, in exchange for one more of the girls,” you explain further, and now your fellow soldiers all look at the sergeant, who you know will be the one that gets to decide on whether to accept your offer or not. You’re definitely hoping that he will, even though you’re pretty certain that Maluba is going to make a full recovery. The valuables don’t really interest you, even though the represent more money than you’ve ever seen up close like that so far in your life, and you feel pretty certain that you’ll find some more of them before the higher-ups come riding in to town to organize things and ensure that the remainder of the loot is evenly distributed amongst themselves.

“Hmm,” your sergeant grins at you as he scratches his chin for a few moments, apparently considering what to say in response to your offer.

“How valuable are those treasures you’ve found?” He finally asks. Expecting to get that question, you’ve brought along one of the ivory game pieces and now you throw it to him.

Catching the piece, the sergeant mumbles to himself as he tries to guess how much it might be worth.

Apparently, he’s satisfied with its worth, because his grin has become wider when he finally looks up at you again.

“Alright Thadeus, you can pick one more girl to keep for yourself,” he finally announces.