No, it gets changed a bit.

“I'm not going to be a ****.” Brian the Paladin, pouts.

Thus, as per the common custom for your players, a massive debate breaks out, which is only settle when Sandra chimes in.

“I think the plan makes sense," the attractive brunette explains being the only one trying to be flexible, "but wouldn't it be better to have a smaller number pretend to be slaves, so the majority can be ready in case things go south? Sir Michael (Saul) is our leader so he can't. Ragnar (David) is our thief so he should stay geared. As for Sir Robert (Brian), he is our heavily armored tank, so he should keep his items too.” Sandra's tone is kind, reasonable and charming, and you find it so sexy that it's hard to stay focus on what she is actually saying.

“Again, no fucking way!” Vivian exclaims, rejecting her roommate's suggesting glance. “I'm not any man's piece of meat.”

“Us two as slaves will raise the fewest questions while providing the greatest distraction." The party's cleric now tries to convince her friend, "Besides, we're the casters and need the least amount of gear. And if things go sideways I want you with me not Ragnar the Crazy.”

Vivian hesitates when she sees Saul's nodding in agreement as Sandra tries to relieve her concerns. “Eaubonne the Druid can keep her shirt and pants on, and we will tie her hands in front of her with fake knots. Rae the priestess has the higher charisma so she will draw the intention.”

“If we are going for a distraction.” David gives a cheesy grin as you wince at his quips during this delicate negotiation. “Someone going to have to show some skin.”

“If this is going work.” Saul adds with his usual serious voice, “It has to look real.”

As you ponder how to save the newest player from the wolves, Sandra gives a brief frustrated sigh and replies, “Fine, I'll put on the show. I will strip down to my loin cloth and bra and you can bind my hands behind my back for real. Will that make everyone okay with the plan?”

“Lawful good bound bikini babes.” David chuckles, “Kinky, I'm in.”

“Sounds good.” Saul nods with respect.

“Yes, thank you.” Brian smiles, appreciating the cleric taking the hit for his girlfriend and himself.

“Okay.” Vivian grumbles.

“Alright!" Rae smiles at having brought the group together and turns to you, "We are set, all powerful Dungeon Master."

Your mind is lost on the fact your game has become so racy and all thanks to the kindness of the beautiful brunette Librarian Science major. Hearing Sandra use the word “strip” and “bind” about herself has your privates stirring. Let alone, she simply made up out of thin air that Rae's underwear is bikini like. And you cannot help but fixate on the fact that she flipped to the first person when talking about herself. It wasn't “my character will strip down” or “you can bind Rae's hands behind her back”, but, “I will strip down” and “you can bind my hands.”

“Stephen?” Sandra's melodious sweet voice draws you back. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong with the plan?”

“Yes.” You try to get your mind back into the game. “Um, no, um, everything is good.” Looking at her big brown eyes and warm inviting smile you can only agree.

Getting on with the game you try to rush through the **** auction scene wanting to keep the game clean, the group together, and avoid a full erection.

After having Saul make a very easy charisma roll you tell the party that the dockmaster fully buys into facade that they are slavers and want passage to the nearest foreign port that has a **** auction. It's a three day journey with the cost being 25 gold each for a common room.

“Outstanding.” Saul exclaims, “I didn't think we would get out of this city so easily.”

Everyone, seems quite pleased, save Sandra, who is strangely quiet. “The slaves will get to stay in a common room?” She then asks innocently.

“Umm,” You hadn't thought about that, so you give the first logical answer that comes into your mind, “The slaves will be kept in cages, which will cost less, say 10 gold each for the ladies, though they're quarters will of course be of less quality.”

“Saved us 30 gold, nice.” Brian nods in approval.

“I'm not going into a cage!” Vivian hisses which causes your friends to burst out again into the latest gathering of the D&D Debate Club.

You let the row go on for a few minutes until you try to get the party to focus with, “The dockmaster asks Saul's character, 'Is there something wrong?'”

Unfortunately for everyone, Vivian is the first to speak, and in character, “I tell Sir Dupré that 'I will not be caged!'”

“Can't you change shape into an animal or something?” Sandra smiles, “That might make it easier.” Which immediately makes you wonder if she is ribbing her roommate or is serious. You find the Lawful Good priestess so difficult to read and the mystery makes her that much more intriguing.

“Wow!” David chuckles, “Furry BDSM, that might be even too far even for me.” He takes a hit of his soda. “Well, let me think about this.” He takes another sip. “What kind of animals can you turn into, Vivian?”

“I glare at the '****' Eaubonne,” Saul inserts himself and puts extra emphasis on the word '****', “and tell her to calm down, or else.” He then looks at you and asks, “Are 'we' drawing any attention?”

You roll, and it isn't good for the party. “The dockmaster, who was focusing on the cleric, is now examining Eaubonne more closely, and a few of the building's guard are starting to take note.”

Vivian spurts out a few more syllables of protest when Saul forcibly declares, “'I turn away from Eaubonne and ask the dockmaster how much does he think these slaves will fetch at market? The loud mouth one and this one?'” I then rip off Rae's top.”

There is a few seconds of shocked silence.

“Saul?!” Vivian, nearly screams in displeasure. “What the fuck?!”

“I can't believe you did that!” Brian complains.

“Big bare bouncing titties are better than any distraction spell.” David smiles.

“We needed a dramatic and quick distraction, thanks to you,” Saul glares back at Vivian, “There is nothing I could say to silence you, and distract everyone, save this, unless you would have preferred I tore off your clothing?”

“Look, this is a PG game.” You speak up. “Saul, you're the tactician of the group, no doubt, and I know you didn't mean anything personal about it but that was beyond the pale.” You go into diplomat mode. “This is just a game and nothing should happen to make any player uncomfortable, especially a new one.”

“You mean a new female player?” David's tease hits on the mark.

“Yeah, I'm old school like that.” You freely admit.

“It's okay.” Sandra's calm voice is now added. Surprisingly, she doesn't seem offended at all, which you hope is about your chivalric defense of womanhood, though you are not sure. “It was my idea to have Vivian be one of the slaves and I did cheese her off. I got us into this, I guess I'm the one who should get us out. I don't mind taking a hit for the team, besides it is smart play, even though it's humiliating for me.”

“Um,” you stutter, distracted again that Sandra is speaking in the first person. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Sandra nods, “Like you said, it's only a game and we are all adults.”

“Alright.” You roll a dice behind your DM screen and ignore the number, though numerous images of Sandra stripped topless with her hands bound behind her back race through your mind. “The diversion works, the dockmaster is quite distracted . . . Quiet!” You quickly shut off David before continuing, “The party turns over the 100 gold, paying an addition 5 coin to have Vivian kept in a special cell for royalty who have been enslaved. The sea voyage goes without incident and thus you successfully have escaped the City of the Mad Overlord.”

Saul looks intensely at Vivian who acquiesces to your declared compromise.

“Best game ever.” David slaps the table, “Booty, babes, boobs and bondage always make for high end story telling.”

“Leave.” You half jokingly respond to your friend frustrated that the one time your game gets sexual is when a girl you're very attracted to joins in.

"I'm going. I'm going." David smiles.

“That was a quick ending.” Sandra states. “Viv told me that you guys can play all night.”

“Um.” You ponder the buxom cleric's complaint. “We will sometimes get done early if it is a good place to end the story. Besides, I didn't want any real melee combat to break out.” You then ask the question that is foremost on your mind, “What did you think of the game? We are not usually this crazy.”

“It's not what I expected, that is for sure.” Her non-committal answer makes your heart sink, thinking she might not return. As the rest of the group loudly mulls away from the table Sandra gives you again one of those big warm smiles that makes your knees go weak. “It was a lot of fun. Thank you for being so sweet. You're a great story-teller and I'm so impressed by your imagination.” She then lightly brushes your bicep with her fingers before turning to leave with your friends.

“Good job playing too.” Is your lame response as you cannot help but check out Sandra's shapely rear end as the party leaves your apartment, all seemingly in good moods.

“Damn.” You mutter after the door closes.