Call for help

Location: Gobel-en-Methel, Palace, Throne Room
HP: 100/100
Lust: 4/100
Corruption: 4/100
State: Eager, Shocked, Dirty (permanent malus: Lust -5)
Equipment:
Level: 1
Experience: 59/1000

Gathering all your will, you take a deep breath and scream:

"****! Help! Someone!"

The orc, understanding your intentions, covers your mouth with his hand. No one seems to come rescuing you but at least it bought you some rest time before the beginning of your depravity and it assures you that no one is going to see you shamelessly having a good time with an enemy. Or so you think.

Before the orc even gets to move inside of you, an elvish blade go through his chest and stops just before your nose, covering you in blood. Someone free you by pulling the dead orc away from you.

"I knew I had heard that voice before. Tynirith, right?", asks the guard who welcomed you at the entrance of the palace. You nod, confused. "Come on, get up quickly. The city isn't safe anymore. My sister works at the stables. I told her to prepare a horse for me. If we can go there without dying, we may be able to flee from the green skinned."

Still shocked from the suddennness of the events, you pick up your dagger and mechanically follow him...