Say nothing to her

You don’t say anything back to the lizardwoman. Your thoughts only linger on two things: your unfortunate predicament and the madding effect Dereek’s seed has on you.

“I understand you did not wish for this to happen to you,” the bath lady speaks up, recognizing the intertwining feeling of despair and desire that grows across your face. “But becoming a Prize has its own benefits and honors. You may never be an equal to Dereek, such is the way of losing to a lizardfolk in combat, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be able to earn his respect in due time.” Her voice was kind and smooth, the hissing of her throat making it strangely silk-like

“I never meant to fight him,” you speak up. “I was only trying to help someone.”

“But you raised a weapon to him, did you not?”

“I did,” you admit.

“Then you should have known the consequences such an action might bear. However, not all punishments must end in hopelessness. Like I said, there is some good in being named a warrior’s Prize. You gain protection, food, shelter.” The bath lady washes away the last of the dirt and begins to apply an oil to make your skin shine a brilliant bronze.

“But what good is it if I’m nothing but a **** used for sex?” I say back. “Where is the honor in that?”

“You are not a ****. In the eyes of the lizardfolk, you were once a warrior, simply bested. Prove yourself to Dereek, earn his trust and respect, and you will become something more than just a warm body for him to pleasure himself on. Earn back your warrior status and you may even receive your name back.”

“But I was never a warrior,” you claim back. “That’s the thing. I’m just a farm girl. I barely know how to fight. I made a mistake by attacking Dereek, but…”

You see the bath lady’s scaly lips curl back in a soft smile beneath her thin veil. “It is never too late to become a warrior,” she whispers to you.

The lizardwoman raises you out of the warm water and finishes applying the last of the oil to your skin. You see Dereek step into the bathhouse and inspect you, looking you up and down. He hisses to the bath lady and takes your leash. The two banter a bit longer before he turns around and begins to walk away.

“Get going, girl,” the lizardwoman says as she gives your bare bottom a pat. “Become the thing you were meant to be.”

As Dereek leads you out of the house and parades you across town, you wonder if you could ever earn Dereek’s respect. You were never one for fighting. And even if you could learn to be a warrior, would you have enough time before Dereek breaks your mind with the help of his aphrodisiac cum? Already, your thoughts linger on when he would lay with you next, making the thought of becoming more than a sex **** that much more distant.