No, I'm not fast enough.

As I try to push my way through the mass of people I suddenly feel a rough hand brushing against the springy softness of my chest. {if@ Brashness <= 50} Scared, but also a little angry{elseif Brashness >= 51}Angrily{endif} I push the filthy groping hand away. But apparantly not interested in backing off, the hand grabs hold of my checkered shirt and fumbles with its buttons. The first few of them already coming loose.

"FOUND HER!" the man whom those hands belonged to starts to shout. I duck away to try and create a gap between myself and this man, and to hopefully slip away. But the attention caused more men to block my path, and other hands roughly yank my shirt over the top of my head. Without a brassiere to hold them, my naked tits bounce as clear as day in front of them, even though I try to shield them as much as possible. Then the men around me push me brutishly around and I feel a pair of strong hands finally lifting me up and start carrying me.

Still struggling futilely, I can't do anything and soon my pants and panties follow suit, as they are pulled off to the floor.

{if@ Brashness <= 50}Completely naked and afraid,{elseif@ Brashness >= 51}Completely naked,{endif} I am dropped off on the stage with a priest standing right next to me. "Looks like the young one's too curious for her own good. Just look at 'er, how meek and shy she is now!" With the gaze of every male's eye now focused on me, I hope that my pussy or even my breasts aren't showing off too much in my currently kneeled position {if Brashness <= 50}and I do my best not to show them my tears.{elseif@ Brashness >= 51} and I do my best not to show them my anger.{endif}

"WAIT!" Someone in the crowd yelled. "Isn't she's actually that new young Brancaster Queen?" I look at the direction the voice was coming from. And there it is surely, I spot the face of one of my advisors.(MINOR EDIT ABOUT THIS PERSON INCOMING LATER, SORRY) Apparantly I wasn't the only with a sneaky agenda tonight and he must have easily came here, after making sure nobody saw him back at our army camp. And I feel ashamed of having him to see me like this.

"Well Damn, is that so ?" The priest next to asks me, and judging by his stature, I think he must be the head priest or something. I nod slightly as there's no way out for me at this point.

"So, wouldn't you agree that a sweet curious thing like yourself would need the guidance of a stronger man, to keep themselves better under control?" I hesitate as I'm not eager to let myself get talked down to so easily. Another priest slowly walks up to the stage, some parchments in hand. "I was actually going to let all the guys here teach you why your sex is the weaker one, but well since you're a queen, I had these papers prepared to institute a new law that has been due to this land, wouldn't you say?" He hands me the papers. It looks like they want to make it so that every woman in the realm needs to have an older male to be their guardian, without caring much for her rank. "Here's a feather, if you want to sign. Or I could always still let the guys do their thing. Your choice."

{if@ Brashness <= 50}Quickly skimming the page to find out that it wouldn't be possible for a guardian to marry their protegee themselves, I shyly sign the the document.{elseif Brashness >= 51}Quickly skimming the page to find out that it wouldn't be possible for a guardian to marry their protegee themselves, I angrily sign the the document.{endif}

You just signed a new law.

You wonder if this is going to yourself too since you are still the rightful Queen due to your inheritance after all right?

Afterwards, the high priest of Baal smiles and helps you get up and then orders a few of the others to guide you back outside to your army's encampment knowing that this is a day he has helped expedite the will of his god qhich embodies masculinity and male ****.