Yes, that night and she let's the dice decide.

Within twenty minutes you get a message from Sandra and you begin a text-chat with her on your phone. After some small talk the brunette gets to the heart of the matter and asks about her character. Sandra writes that she wants Rae to be treated like everyone else and asks if you could roll on the table for her, less anyone thinks she cheated.

At first you hesitate, now that the ball is back in your court, but then you remember a dice rolling app that would allow her to watch the roll. Your cock does twitch in excitement as a “73” is generated. You text, “Rae is found guilty and is fined all the gold she is carrying. She is also whipped on her bare back twenty-four times and branded as a thief.”

After a painfully long delay, Sandra finally writes back. “This might be a seminal moment in Rae's life. Her ability to serve, and be faithful, to Saint Cuthbert, could be greatly shaken. Could you explain in detail what happens to me?”

“Oh my.” You think to yourself as you have never ERPed with woman before, at least with a person you truly knew was a girl, let alone the most beautiful woman you have ever met. Noticing Sandra's shift in pronouns your thumbs begin to quickly type away as you describe the captive cleric's fate in a personal fashion.

“After being tried, convicted and sentenced for your crimes you are marched down two flights of stairs into the basement of the guard tower and to the **** chamber. There you're ordered to strip from the waist up and put on a dirty apron like piece of clothing called a “flogging-smock” given to women prisoners. The only modesty, besides the smock which barely covers your amply chest, you're afford is that you're allowed to turn around and face a wall while you strip as the guards look on.”

“Once properly 'dressed' you're tied to a large oak pillar and whipped on your bare back twenty-four times. The lash is far more painful then you could have imagined. Even with your best efforts, you cannot help but to cry out with each strike as you lose eight Hit Points from the ordeal.”

“With the flogging done you now endure the worst part of your punishment. A guard takes a searing hot iron and brands a 'T' on your upper left breast. Your screams of pain and shame echo throughout the dungeon as you're permanently mark as a thief, forever. Given only a few seconds to recover you're unchained, allowed to dress, though your clothing against your bruised and branded body is painful in itself, and then unceremoniously thrown out of the guardhouse into the streets.”

“What is your reaction to all this?” You inquire, both excited and a bit nervous to how Sandra will respond.

Again, she response is frustratingly slow, though surprising when it comes. “That was intense.” She writes and then describes how Rae feels like she has completely failed her god, her friends and the quest. After an extensive discussion Sandra requests that she change her alignment and class to a chaotic good thief. The top-heavy sophomore then asks if she could seek out the local thieves guild for training in her new occupation **** on her by fate.

You explain that she will be entering into the tawdry, shadowy and lewd world that Ragnar is accustomed to dwelling in and that you counsel against. Sandra insists, however, explaining that Rae is now too ashamed to be a cleric of Saint Cuthbert, besides playing the bad girl for once sounds like a bit of fun she adds. Finally conceding the point, you allow Rae to dual class; now a 1st level thief, she loses all her cleric abilities, though she keeps her Hit Points.

Sandra asks if you have enough time tonight to play out her going to the thieves guild as a text adventure, since she is finding your game quite exhilarating and addicting.