"Please, come inside!"

You walk slowly through the narrow doorway. Rose doesn't move out of the way much, and as you brush past her you notice how big her breasts are for the first time. You sit down at a chair next to a little table in the small room. "Father is staying with the doctor, he can't be moved for now" she says. You nod, but say no more. You're sure it's a painful topic for her. "Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid all I have is dark beer, we're only just establishing ourselves here." You accept her offer, and she hands you a mug of dark brown beer. As she stands there, holding the mug out with a sweet smile, you think how much the color of her slightly frizzy hair resembles the beer. You take the mug, thanking her. The beer is very bitter and not very good, but you sip it anyways out of politeness.

"So," you start, "what did you want to see me about?" you ask. She waits a moment before responding. "You will be leaving soon, right?" You say that she's correct. She sighs wistfully. "It's so unfair. First, we are attacked, leaving father on the brink of ****. Then, my gallant savior leaves before I even know it. Why is the Creator so unkind?" She doesn't seem to be talking to you, but to herself out loud. You try to change the subject. "Are you fitting in well here?" She nods. "Oh yes, our people stick together, wherever they are. We can always count on support from our brethren." She doesn't go on after this.

There is an awkward silence hanging in the air. "Is there anything else you wanted me for?" you ask. You hate to leave her at such a time, but you need to go soon. She turn away for a moment, bringing her hands up. "Yes, one more thing" she says, still turned away. Suddenly, she turn back around, and you understand why her hands were brought up. She untied her blouse while she was turned away, and now her large breasts hang free, pouring out over her dress, dark areolae staring at you. "I wanted you to make love with me before you left." You sit there in shock. You didn't see this coming! You probably should have, but you didn't. "I hate the men here. All bookworms and money-changers. No real men who slay bandits and rescue the innocent, like you. I want the child of a real man. I want yours."