A 43 - hymen intact

You don't even need to look at the pink die when the purple one lands safely on a '4'. The actual roll is a 43 and there is a glimmer of hope for Rae and you to get out of this situation. Slipping back into the role of the Bailiff, you deepen your voice and dig out a colloquial phrase you remember hearing your uncle use once.

"What? Well butter my ass and call it a biscuit!" You do your best to project genuine surprise along with the coarseness this character has displayed so far. "this whor- uh, well this woman is as cherry as my ass." You are not sure if Sandra's face or yours is a brighter red, but you do your best to go back to your best DM voice and finish up this bazaar solo run. "The pervert justice removes his finger from inside Rae," you tell the fidgeting young woman, "the sweating man has lost some of his swagger, in fact he looks both confused and maybe even a little worried."

"Does that mean I'm going to be released?" Sandra still hasn't lifted her gaze, but judging by the rise and fall of her tightly laced bodice, her breathing has slowed a little.

"There's a good chance," you agree as you reach for your dice, "you're pretty sure the Justice of the Peace has realized he might have literally stuck his finger where it doesn't belong." The attempt at a joke goes over surprising well, and you both spend a minute chuckling louder and louder until you notice a couple of other students glancing in your direction.

"Oh very clever, Mr. North." Sandra leans across the low table and punches you playfully in the arm. The casual touch, even though it is as far from a caress as it could be sends a jolt of desire straight to your crotch and once again you are as hard as before. "You ready to go on, funny man? We still have plenty of time."

"OK, Ms. Morelli." You shift awkwardly trying to adjust the painful bulge in your pants without Sandra seeing the embarrassing effect she has on you. "The Bailiff decides that this situation is above his pay grade and sends a messenger to his superior. In the meantime your arms are released and the quilted padding that you wear under your armor is returned; by the time you've finished pulling on the under armor, a tall thin man wearing dark robes of rich velvet and a broad silk sash of blood-red across his left shoulder arrives. The buzz in the courtroom immediately stops when Magistrate is escorted past where you are standing and met by the bailiff and escorted to the seat of Judgement."

"I don't like the look of him." As always Sandra picks up on the not so subtle tropes this old module uses to identify the nasty villains of the city.

"No, especially not when he studies Rae carefully with his sunken eyes and tightly drawn lips; a cold shudder runs up your spine even before he smiles and you see his cracked yellowed teeth." Sandra finally looks up.

"Rae does her best to look confident." She straightens her shoulders, "I don't want him to think he is intimidating me."

"I hear there has been an unfortunate misunderstanding." This time you add a breathy hiss to the words and in spite of her attempt to be dauntless you see Sandra pull back clearly more startled by the tone than the actual words. "I think this has gone on far enough, my dear. I propose you write a simple confession and express your contrition and regret and we let you go with a stern warning." You had hoped Sandra would accept the offer and this would be over with but she quickly realized the problem with the proposed solution. Her deep breath presses her amazing bosom tightly against her bodice and then with a trembling voice she turns down the offer.

"No, Sir." As she speaks her words grow in strength and confidence, "I will not put my name on a document that you and your Lord can use to defame or possibly even **** my Church."

It really is a good point, and one that a character with a 17 wisdom would surely think of, but just for once you wished that this beautiful Library Science major would just take the olive branch and have her cleric go free.

"No one would see the confession my dear." You try to reassure Sandra, "It will just be filed safely away; the only way it could possibly ever matter is if you find yourself back in this unfortunate situation again." In your heart though, you know that she is right about how Rae's confession could be used by the all-powerful Over-Lord of this city state.