Raise your hands and slowly turn around

You know when you're beat. You raise your hands in the air and ever-so-slowly turn to face the woman who's speaking.

She takes out a pair of manacles. "Lower your hands. Slowly." You do so, and she draws your wrists together in front of you and snaps the manacles on. "Now, answer my question."

"I... I need to find a mate," you say. You gesture to your balls. "Otherwise I'll die."

The woman, dressed in full armor, marches you towards the center of the city. "So, you're the only orc heading here?" she smirks. "You're not a scout leading an invasion ****?"

You shake your head. "Do I look like I'm dressed for battle, miss?"

"Isabelle," she corrects. "No, you certainly don't." The townspeople cheer as they see Isabelle marching, with you her prisoner, down the center of town. Soon enough, you reach a prison. Isabelle takes you into a deserted wing, avoiding the other prisoners, and binds you with strong rope to a chair inside a bare cell before closing the door behind her.

She returns a few minutes later with a young, slightly chubby woman, with blonde hair and a sad face. "This is Rita," Isabelle informs you. "She killed her husband in a fit of rage a month ago. She's still quite young, only 19 years old. My father, the lord of the town, was going to execute her. But now that you're here, he's changed his mind."

Rita looks at you. "Yes, murderess," Isabelle snaps. "We are giving you to this orc."

Rita's face quivers, but she manages not to cry.

Isabelle focuses her attention on you. "Orc, you can either take Rita to the exiles' quarters at the edge of town, or back to your village."