You find yourself nodding.

You can’t help it. It’s like an addictive ****. And you’ve just got your first fix. She reaches up and cups your full breast, casually flicking your nipple. You look at her breast. She has removed her chain jewelry and you see the guards stamp on her breast, the tattoo that identifies her as a disgraced member of the city guard. As a ****. She would have to hide that.

“You like it? My lieutenant stripes. You’ll have your own soon Captain. I also have some other things in store. Herbs of fullness. Passion nectar. Pericings. When I’m done you’re going to be the sluttiest, horniest, most submissive natural **** in the city. Then I will sell you to the new Captain...” she promised.