You step forward.

Stepping forward, it occurs to you that you are dressed in an over bust corset, ruffled petticoat, lace skirt, and ballet shoes with cute ribbons tied up around your legs. “Oh shit, I am so getting fucked.”

You take another step forward and they each take a step away from each other, effectively blocking you from reaching the door. A voice rings in your head in an unfamiliar language, yet you are still able to understand, “Show us your skill. If we are satisfied, you may pass.”

“You mean like, um, sucking your dicks?” You ask.

Their stances and hold on their weapons relax a bit, they look at each other, one kinda shrugs at the other. Then they sort of huddle up and whisper together for a minute or so. Finally one says, “Yes. You must satisfy us, um, sexually.”

The other adds, “And I get to put it in your butt.”

The first one scowls at him, they again quietly saw a few things, “Okay, he gets your butt and I will fuck your pussy.”

“After you suck our dicks.”

“Yes, right, after you suck our dicks.”

“Huh, we’re we supposed to fight?” You ask.

They look at each other, sort of talk with glances, then in unison, “No, it was always the sex thing.” The one on the right adding, “Totally.”