“If that’s what it takes...”

“If that’s what it takes...” Sindarion trails off, biting her lip innocently.

“Good!” The guard escorts you past the gate, hooking his left arm possessively around your right and his right arm around Sindarion’s left. You are led to an unassuming stairway just beyond the city’s walls that seems to lead underground. Before you can descend it, the swaggering guard holds you back, obviously enjoying the jealous stares of the crowd aimed towards him. He basks under the attention for a moment longer before roughly pushing you and Sindarion forwards.

For the next few minutes, you are led through a winding maze of featureless, stone tunnels, lit only by the occasional torch on the wall. It is becoming more and more apparent that wherever this man is taking you, it’s probably not a friendly place. His hand has wandered over to your crotch, and you let out a small gasp as he roughly squeezes your fleshy vulva.

“Where are you taking us, sir?” You ask the guard in a small voice, partly to keep up the naive girl charade and partly because you’re actually curious. His hands just brush against your inner thigh in response, and from Sindarion’s squirming, you guess that he’s openly fondling her too. The uncomfortable journey continues for several more minutes, until the passage finally widens into a small, dingy room. It appears to be a holding cell, containing nothing but a dirty mattress, several benches, and a stairway in the far corner.

You immediately notice that there are three more guards waiting in the room, each armed with an assortment of spears and clubs. The oldest looks to be in his fifties, with grizzled, grey hair and a crooked grin on his face. Beside him stands the second man, whose scrawny body and wispy moustache reminds you of a rat. Of the three though, it is the third, bald, dark-skinned man that intimidates you the most. He towers over everyone in the room, appraising you and Sindarion with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

The old man, who seems to be their leader, is the first to speak. “Nice catch, Archie! These two fine pieces of ass almost make up for the ugly, old hags Regin brought us last week!” He glares at the scrawny man, who awkwardly looks away.

“W-what? But we told you, we’re not whores!” Sindarion feigns her confusion, surprising you again with the sincerity of her tone.

“Of course, we guards take the law forbidding prostitution very seriously.” Archie smirks. “I guess that just means we won’t have to pay you when we’re done fucking you!”

“Please, this is wrong! Let us go!” You see Sindarion begin to struggle with Archie and follow her example. Though you’d thought this was all an act to slip into Stormhearth undetected, you realize that you have no idea what Sindarion’s actual intentions are. With your magic alone, you could kill all four of these perverts in a heartbeat. But you’re not sure how Sindarion would react to that.

By now, the other three men have surrounded you and Sindarion, and they’re barely a few metres away from you both. If you’re going to defend yourself, there’s no better time than now!