You find restraint

The offer of a sexual release in exchange for a prison release rattles in your ear and bores into your brain, finding fertile ground. Having been on the war front most of your adult life, and a paladin of holy order and irreproachable morality even longer, you've had to suppress your sexual desires, and it has been frustrating at times, which undoubtably explained your imagined transgression against your two sisters. A series of images flash through your eyes; plunging your cock into her ass, fucking her throat until she drowns in your cum, pinning her to the wall and giving it to her until she screams, and more.

And than, your eyes lock with the young elven girl also there, and it pulls you out of the haze fueled by rage and lust. You're reminded that you're not just a soldier against the demonic hordes and other beings of evil, but you're a defender of the law and a bulwark against disorder, selflishness, and worse. If you had to deal with someone who had done what you were just contemplating doing, you would have thrown the book at them. You sigh deeply in mortification, the solace that you didn't act on your inner demons proving to be a meak consolation prize.

"That won't be necessary" You reply nuetrally, as you start to open the cell "I'm sure you did nothing that justifies you being here."

"Oh, thank you!" She exclaimed as the cell was opened. The daughter, seeming especially frightful, ran through as soon as she could.

"I'm sorry" The mother elf said with a slight bow "She is normally better behaved than this, but she's been traumatized, maybe even beyond repair. Gods give her strength. That man, he was a monster. He-"

"I understand" as you put your hand on her shoulder "You don't need to explain, I have a good idea of what kind of monster he was. I should have killed him earlier when I had the chance"

"You knew him?"

"Not well, and not for long. He tried to be a paladin, like me, but was a degenerate. Exile proved too lenient a judgement, and you have my deepest regrets that this all happened because of me"

She shook her head strongly in refusal "This is not your fault, do not blame yourself for his evil deeds. You are not omniscient, you could not have foreseen the future. You have ended a nightmare, and we will be eternally thankful for that. I hate to ask for greater assistance, but we need a means to leave this city."

"You and I are searching for the same goal. I was thrown off here by powers beyond explanation, and I must return to my order to alert them that our mission has failed, and find a new course of action."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Wow. I...don't know what to say. We are still in **** need of help, but I don't to be a burden. It sounds like you're on a far more important purpose than we are."

"We'll figure it out together" You reply softly, bearing the first smile you've had in days, even if it is slight. "Now, we should probably go retreive your daughter. What was her name?"

"Kalifa" She responds "and I am Naveeh"

"Well met, Naveeh. I am Michael Mastbreaker, and I'll do what I can to get you home." You lead out of the basement and the Magistrates office. With the bright light of the dominating desert sun comes shouting in the street. A couple of men were trying to contain a horse that had gotten wildly excited, while Kalifa was struggling in the arms of a large, thuggish brute. You run out to try to help, only to realize on closer inspection that this thug was the man you already clobbered in the brothel. Diplomacy was going to be hard, but you had ****.

"Hey! What's going on? Put her down, please. Let's talk this out."

"I'm not talking to any fool that protects those harlots. This elvish street rat tried to steal my horse and run off. If she knew anything about horses, we never see them again."

"Listen, you've had a bad day." You say, trying to be soft with him "I'd be angry too, but you still have your horse, and her mother is right here..." You say, as you move to the side, allowing him to see Naveeh "Let her handle this."

"Not in the nine hells. Lessons have to be learned, including teaching your children." He pulls a long, serated dagger from his side.

"You're going to punish a child with ****, for being a terrible thief?"

"Don't get all high and mighty with me" the horse contained, the goons friends came alongside. Where you had armor and a deadly weapon, they had numbers, and were obviously more "fresh" for a fight. "This ain't no concern of yours. I'll take her and put her in my little wagon. She'll make a good bit of coin, where we're going. Her mum too, after I teach her a few things..."