Go negotiate with potential allies

You walk over to the nearest target, sitting down across from her at the table, staring at her. Your target is an infamous mercenary captain by the name of Cassandane Shahbanu. Rising up from **** to gladiator to free woman, she started a feared mercenary **** of Far Eastern troops, wielding weapons and tactics foreign to the land

The woman herself is of a less than perfect appearance, admittedly, although she's not terrible. Her dark skin is scarred by pair of fierce scars across her face, one running across her forehead and eye, the other dipping from above the other eye, across the bridge of her nose and to just above her lip. Her dark hair is cut boyishly short, no doubt for practicality in battle. Her muscular body is clad in a rough tunic, although curves do still show through it.

"Lord Abaddon," she says. "Congratulations. I've heard your wife is very pretty."

"Thank you. How are you enjoying the day?"

"Is there a reason you came over here? Because I'm sure I could find you someone better to make small talk to," Cassandane says.

"Well, I'll get down to business. I've been told you to refused my contract offer to serve as skirmishers for my forces."

"I did. It seems you've made an enemy of quite a few powerful forces, all of whom are my employers often. The Empire pays me quite well to fight against the Orc tribes. I wouldn't want to lose that."

"You know, there are certain... benefits to serving me," you say, giving a seductive look at her.

Slowly, you pull off your boots, leaving you in your bare feet. You slowly reach your leg up under the table, pressing your foot between her legs.

"Do you really think that highly of yourself?" she laughs harshly.

You press your toes against her crotch, gently rubbing your foot against her crotch through the rough material. Her eyes widen as she stares, startled at your behaviour. She groans, as your toes rub against the rough material

"I can't imagine your profession leads to you getting much men," you say.

You slowly begin massaging your toes into her crotch, rubbing the rough material of the tunic against her sensitive clit and lips. She stifles a moan, staring at you. She doesn't say a word, but she spreads her leg.

"I mean, you have money and power, sure, but at the end of the day, isn't sex what we're all looking for? Once we've a full stomach, our biological drives can only tell us to fuck, and maybe sleep every once in a while," you continue to say.

Cassandane moves down, lifting up her tunic. You pull back your foot to allow her to lift up her tunic, granting you access to her pussy. You move your big toe against her clit, grinding it against her clit as you rub against it. You slowly press your other toes against her pussy lips. She stifles another moan, looking you in the eye. You speed up, your foot wet with her warm pussy juices that begin to make your toes slick and warm with her juices.

"Now, I say you take the deal I offered you, with the added bonus of extra time with me. I think you'd like it."

You continue rubbing your foot against her pussy, which now drips wet. Cassandane begins to pant, her warm pussy juices squirting down your leg. You pause, looking at her.

"Continue," she says sternly, before taking a more pleading voice. "Are... were you finished?"

"In fact, let's say about three quarters pay for the contract, in exchange for the extra time with me. That sounds fair, right? I'll quiet down and stop... talking, give you a few minutes to think about it? Or are you ready to make a decision?"

"I'll do it," she says immediately. "I'll do it."

"Perfect," you reply.

You quickly begin rubbing your toes against her again, dipping them just into your pussy as your big toe begins rubbing hard against her clit. She begins squirting, taken by the waves of pleasure running through her.

"I'm going to get a drink. We'll make an appointment soon enough for an even better time than this, but until then, you fight for me. Understood?"

Cassandane leans back, red-faced and relieved. She nods slowly, as you slide away from the table and her moist pussy, sliding your foot back into your boot, which is fairly easily done given your new lube coating your foot. You quickly move away, heading to get a drink to sate your thirst and wait for this whole marriage ceremony to actually start.