Adriana's door is too tempting

The hallway is suddenly eerily quiet as you stand alone considering your options. One of Athenapolis' most refined noblewomen is yours for the taking barely fifteen paces away behind a pale blue door. She may protest or struggle as you stripped the clothes from that luscious body, but you have no doubt that in the end she would be more than willing to have you. A faint scream of pleasure followed by a rumble of men’s laughter from downstairs reminds you of the many skilled serving girls that are entertaining your men in the great hall, but somehow you have trouble moving from the door by your side.

Would the pretty young daughter fight you? You wonder, or lie back meekly on her bed and let you spread her legs with only token protests of modesty. The memory of her inviting glances and toned legs as she gracefully climbed the stairway ahead of you cause your already hard member to twitch.

"What the hell." You mutter to yourself as your hand rests on the door handle of the teen's room. The door is locked and you smile at yourself, as you search for a key that will fit the lock. So much for those inviting glances you imagined.

You always were an idiot when it came to women. What would a young noble woman like Adriana see in a war battle-scared uncultured hoplite like you? A lowly captain of the very army that had overrun her city no less; the man who was taking from her family the comfortable city mansion. The man who would be selling her and her mother into slavery? Why would a beautiful maiden like Adriana have been sending you inviting glances...

You almost return the key to your belt and head back to the party below, those girls knew what to expect from a man. Ironically it is thinking about the pretty serving girls that stiffens your resolve. How many of those lovely playthings had once been free women from neighboring cities just like Adriana? Innocent maidens captured by the slavers of Athenapolis and sold naked from the steps of the Acropolis like Amara of Heliopolis? Athenapolis had much to answer for, and her daughters were just part of the price the proud city would pay before this siege was finally over. The thread of Adriana’s fate is already woven by the fates; the only question is will it be you or some other man who introduces her to her new role in life.

With renewed resolve you turn the key in the lock and push open the thick wooden door to reveal the gold trimmed room beyond. You are only vaguely aware of the mural covered walls and the yellow silk drapes that hang over her bed because standing in the middle of the luxurious chamber is Adriana and she is clearly expecting you.