Turn the tables and draw your sword
From Create Your Own Story
Your sword rasps free from its sheath and you advance on the strange, disarmed woman. "Enough games," you warn. "Tell me how to get out of here."
Her eyes widen, but not in fear – more like... delight.
She steps forward so that the tip of your blade dimples her skin, just above her cleavage. "Oh, if you wanted to play rough you should've just asked." You feel her hand snake down to cup the insistent bulge in your pants. "Would you like to draw your other sword, or shall I?"
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