Yes, Give Her to the Frog.

You place your hand on the crestfallen girl's back and gently ferry her across the room towards the frog.

Glancing back at the red-headed woman, you receive a cutting, disappointed glare.

The frog's lipless mouth is bent up in a devilish grin at the site of his newly won prize. His inhuman tongue is hanging from his mouth, which is slightly agape, and you notice his odd lack of teeth as he chuckles in delight.

"Good girl, you're mine now. You're doing your friends here a very important service, I hope they understand what you are going to be doing in exchange for my mercy."

The frog man's thin, nebulous eyes glance at you in cruel excitement, and he flops a large, pallid hand onto the shivering girl's dainty shoulder. You nod to the frog and make your way towards the wooden door, looking back at the newly acquainted master and ****. The trembling blonde girl makes eye contact with you, and as tears flow down her porcelain cheeks, you feel your heart freeze solid. A jovial laugh gurgles forth from the frog man again.

"Let's start with some of that magic I've heard you sexy little priest-girls do. I know you've had lot's of practice, so get to work!"

As you turn to open the door again, you hear a squeak of displeasure, followed by fumbling around, and the obvious sounds of a struggle. Closing the door behind you and your now lone female companion, you find yourselves in a corridor leading to another wooden door. You walk in awkward silence down the corridor, which echoes with the lewd sounds of wet slapping and sucking from the room behind.

You take the opportunity to address the situation.

"So I'm assuming you don't approve?"

"You're the party leader, I'll follow your lead."

You get the obvious impression that the red-head doesn't feel the way she says she does. The walk to the next room is punctuated by a thick, disapproving silence.