You stand defiant.

You summon a new reserve of strength, “Fuck you witch, I never took your deal, if you want this body you’ll have to come take it.” You push the girls away and stand, hands clenched into fists.

“Oh come on, I watched you, you don’t want to be a hero. You just want to fuck, have fun, and live a long life. How about a new deal. I buy your body. Fair and square.”

“Huh, how? I’m kinda using it.”

“Pssht, it isn’t yours. It was created for you by creatures looking for a servant to help them with some quest or another. I have magic I can create you a body that you will love.”

“Not as good as this one obviously.”

“True.” She taps her foot. “Okay, I’ll throw in some gold, a magic item if you want. Name your price.”

“That’s not an easy thing to do.”

“Or we can fight, I can tell you are weakened by my lovely girls skills, I’ll win.”

“Maybe. So what can you create? What are we talking?”

She smiles, “Well, I’ve done this before you know, would you believe this scenario plays out again and again whenever it is interrupted. I’m guessing like the others you want something sexy, with magic, and guns, everyone seems to want guns.”

“Guns? Like for real firearms? I’d love a Colt Python, man those are cool.”

“See I knew you didn’t like that big strong body. You would rather be a cool magical gunslinger.”

Images of sexy ladies with guns flash through your head. So sexy. “I admit you have peaked my interest.” You look at the two girls, one of them smiles.