Yes! You won't become this Alraune's slave!

You shake your head and cover your nose. "No! In fact, I'll beat you and have you worship my feet instead!" You replied drawing your sword.

The Alraune smirks. "Really? I suppose I'd deserve to be your slave if a lowly foot loving human like you can beat me! In fact, I'll take you to a nearby Witch's coven to get you a futa potion if you can dominate me!"

You held your sword at the ready. "And if I lose?" You ask, frowning as you look at the Alraune.

"Well, my feet, tits, and armpits could use a good tonguebath, especially after our fight." She replies, smiling lewdly.