Encourage Liens to show her mark

Liens didn't seem like the bashful type, even if she was pretty dead-set on foregoing sex in lieu of utilizing her artificial insemination procedure. Perhaps she wouldn't object to showing her saintess mark, just for the sake of moving the mission along more quickly? You knew she tended to be impatient and having to wait too long on this sort of unanticipated holdup would just make her more irritable.

Unfortunately, it seemed that being ogled by crooked cops was also on the list of things that irked her. The woman pushed up her goggles, revealing narrowed, dark-rimmed eyes. "Ugh. Hugely inconvenient. These jackasses. The whole problem. Faster just to blow them all up. Bombs. Bombs?" she grumbled, looking at you out of the side of her eye while she chewed her leather glove. When you shook your head, denying her idea of bombing the entire guard station, she gave a massive sigh. "Fiiiine..."

Your elvish companion stepped down from her spot at the cart, moving her large, heavy frame until she was in the middle of the guardsmen. If the guards found her weight unappealing, they didn't show it, grinning eagerly as she began to hike up the ankle-length hem of her apron and dress combo bit by bit, revealing first her boots, then her leggings.

"You're a saintess? Truly? Don't seem to have the body for it," Mertz scoffed, raising one eyebrow and smirking. "Nor the countenance. Would it kill you to smile?"

"Would it kill you to put on a normal face? Kill you not to smirk? Fuck off," Liens growled, as she continued to roll the apron up higher. Finally, she reached the hem of her leggings, which terminated to reveal her soft, rather pudgy belly. Certainly the mark wasn't on her belly, right?

As it turned out, it was somewhere a little more intimate. With the apron pulled up, it now fell upon her to slide the leggings down a bit, along with the panties beneath, until they were low enough for you to see a bit of a rather significant patch of blue pubic hair. Just above that, like a womb tattoo, the gold print could be seen.

"There. Done."

"Hm hm. A true saintess, isn't she? Hero of the people, indeed," the guard captain chortled. "Seems to me a saintess of legend could take the time to trim it."

"You? Talking about shaving? Get real," the elf shot back. "Doubting a saintesses? Axe to grind? A grudge. Don't really trust saintesses, do you?" Liens questioned, as she slowly patted her clothes back into place. "The saintess around here. At this checkpoint. Don't trust her either? Right? Who is she? Where?"

The man seemed to clam up and the expression, full of self-indulgence, changed to a cold mask. "The saintess? My company knows nothing about her. You're better off asking around in town, if you must," Mertz spat, before turning his back on you and her. "On your way. I've got a checkpoint to run."

Liens wasn't overly eager to speak any more to the man anyway. She climbed back into the carriage with a creak of the wood and took her spot. "Let's go. Quickly. Can't stand his face."{if Duty-Bound = True}

You had to admire Liens' stepping up and accepting such an undesirable task for the sake of the mission. Her attitude wasn't so different from your own as it came to your squirely duties. Sometimes, bearing indignity would be necessary for the sake of your mission, and she understood that as well.{endif}