You have more important things to do.

You smile, pushing the girl away gently.

"Hush now, it was a mistake." You say. "Just find a rag, everything will be fine."

The girl fearfully thanks you before darting off, leaving you surrounded by surprised onlookers.

You elect to slip away quietly, exiting the party with the stealth only a trained soldier can have. You return to your villa, nodding to the guard at the gate before heading to the dungeon, where your prisoner sits on forlornly on the cold floor.

You take in her beauty for a moment, well muscled legs leading up to a perfectly rounded rear, before the barest hint of abs on her stomach lead up to firm, round breasts. Her body is unmarked by scars, but a small bump on her head and the ratty state of her long blond hair, as well as her dusty and dirty body, all mark her place as a prisoner.

She suddenly looks up, seemingly alerted to your presence.