[Chapter V.III] Fighting The Bandit Viscountess

“Wow, you look so much hotter than the drawing,” you say, holding up the sketch of the Bandit Viscountess and comparing it to the leather-clad lady standing before you. “Bigger tits, for one.”

The Bandit Viscountess frowns and folds her arms before her sumptuous chest; it does little to cover up her assets.

“And what are you here for? You’re not one of those Dark Mercenaries, here to bring me a maiden from the Maiden Thieves,” the Bandit Viscountess says. There’s a dangerous edge to her voice that makes you want to shirk away, but for those lovely mammaries she’s got.

“I’m here to fuck—” you pause, shake your head, and then try again. “I’m here to fight you!”

“But I’ve shrouded this place in dark magic. How did you get here?” she asks.

“I walked in here,” you shrug, because that’s what you did.

The twig you’re holding blurts out: “And I led him here!”

A hint of a smile crosses the brunette bandit’s face.

“So you’re the Paladin who’s been traipsing around my domain and disrupting my plans. I will enjoy killing you,” the Bandit Viscountess says. In one swift motion, she flicks a butterfly knife into her palm, the components falling into place with practiced ease. She points the knife at you, and you look down at your much larger sword.

“You’re seriously going to fight me with that?” you ask.

“I’m a Viscountess, trained in the courtly art of backstabbing my enemies,” she says, twirling the blade in her hand. “Of course I’m going to use this butterfly knife.”

“Wait, you’re an actual noble,” you say, holding up a hand. This is the first time you’ve ever had an extended conversation with a noble! How exciting! “Could you sign my sketch first?”

You hold out your piece of parchment with the crude stick figure and big tits, silently wondering if you might be able to cop a feel somewhere around now. But she snatches the sketch out of your hand, giving you no chance to do such a thing. She stares at the sketch, glares at you, and then runs her knife through the parchment, cutting it into a dozen ribbons.

“Oh, now it is on,” you say in a low voice. “I masturbated to that sketch. That one meant something to me.”

The Bandit Viscountess laughs, and beckons you forward with a come hither motion.