The lighter armor

There's no option, really, particularly not since you're eager to get out of Athenapolis with a little if you can get away with it, so you pick the lighter option. Making sure to be as indiscreet as possible for the Lady's benefit as you fit your cock into your codpiece, you take a certain degree of unspoken delight in watching her squirm, a delight shared by her two slaves, no doubt.

Reilia quickly backs away from you, her cheeks flustered and her lips parted as if she can't believe your behaviour. You're actually a little surprised that she hasn't screamed at you yet, which makes you suspect that it would be quite an experience to release her from her austerity.

As you don the tunic which protects your chest from being placed directly against the thick and rigid leather of your flight suit, you consider who to bring along for your would-be escape.

Lady Reila may seem the better choice at first glance, but you know that her gold must be left behind, and that she is unlikely to have any family residing outside of Athenapolis who might have the money and willingness to buy her from you. And while her noble blood might normally have ensured a high price at a **** auction, you fear that the sacking of the city will lead to a dumping of the market value for beautiful young Ladies, not to mention that you'd be betraying her trust by selling her as ****, and that you'd have to respect her virginity if you really wanted to fetch a good price for her. Young, pretty noblewomen might soon be going at thirteen to the dozen, but not so one who has her hymen intact.

On the other hand, the brunette pleasure **** is not only breathtakingly beautiful, possibly more so than the Lady, and she has a body to die for, the prospect of fucking her each and every day quickly has you roaring to take her again here and now, though the sound of the door on the ground-floor being pounded again makes you cast that want aside, for now at least.

And then there's the blonde, with whom you've had no interaction as of yet. Truthfully, the brunette is closer to your preference.

Having put on your suit, you go on to strap on your sword and dagger before gathering what little private possessions you think that you can carry with you, soon having your bow and a quiver full of arrows on your back.

The time has come to decide on whom it is that will go with you. Unless you toss all honor aside and flee with Reila's gold instead!"