You play it out

"Well, that might be all we have time for..." You smile at Sandra sheepishly, "that got a little intense, I'm sorry if I crossed the line." The last thing you wanted is to creep out this novice player, but she did ask for it. Sandra must have sensed your unease because she reaches out to rest her soft hand on yours. The effect is like being tased and it takes every bit of your limited MMA training not to jerk your hand away. Her response to feeling the tension in your hand is to squeeze it gently and offer words of reassurance.

"It was fine Stephen, really." Her dark eyes are locked with yours and you're not sure what to even say. "But is that official going to let Rae go? She's not going to sign that confession, even if she was breaking into that house."

"Magistrate Afubar will try to scare her," you fall back into the more comfortable role of GM, "probably give her a tour of the cells where some of the unfortunate female captives are held." Her fingers tighten a little on your hand and you decide that you don't really need to roll dice for this anyway. "How do you think Rae will react when she sees a dozen or so women in various states of undress in chains and strapped to all manner of evil **** devices." Now the lovely Sophomore's other hand is clutching your wrist and you can feel the heat from her palm searing the bare skin of your wrist.

"Why are they in there?" It's not exactly an answer to your question, but you can imagine the cleric of Saint Cuthbert asking that exact question. It had been your intention to end the run at this point, but it is too easy to slip back into the roleplaying.

"These women have all been accused of committing a variety of criminal offenses. Public licentiousness, tax evasion and of course, criticizing His Grace our Benevolent OverLord." You explain, "lower class malcontents with crimes like these are quickly sentenced with public lashings and as often as not sold off to the Slavers Guild." Sandra nods in understanding her eyes once again sparkling with excitement as she is caught up in the story. "However, these women, like you," you tell Sandra, "are special cases. Most are from wealthy merchant or even noble families. That one - the Magistrate points out a slender blonde woman even younger than Rae chained naked to the ceiling of a dimly lit cell - is the daughter of one of our more troublesome Senators."

The soft moan that escapes the woman by your side lets you know you are hitting the right tone. "Magistrate Afubar then shows you two raven-haired women with obvious whip marks on their bare backs. 'Those two sisters are believed to be witches. There is not enough evidence to convict them, but the court deems it too great a risk to set them free, and not even the slavers want to risk their curses'."

"Why are you showing me these poor women?" You can hear what sounds like a conflict deep within her and you wonder if perhaps Sandra will decide to have her cleric sign the confession to avoid this kind of fate. What she says next makes you realize that the situation is a little more complicated than that.

"As Rae is shown the chained women, part of her is horrified by the cruel treatment inflicted on them, but she is also starting to feel an unexpected excitement." Your surprise would have been easy to spot even if she wasn't just inches away from you now staring intently as you try to process the information. "It is probably because of that awful groping she received in the courtroom, but for the first time in Rae's sheltered life she is starting to feel sexually arousal." She takes a deep breath and then continues with a shaky voice.

"What makes it even worse Stephen, is that Rae realizes she is getting excited witnessing innocent women just like her being wickedly tortured by men."