Flora looks at you in fear, then rage.<strong>NO! I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE ASKED OF ME, SO ID RATHER BE AFRAID THAN IN CONSTANT PAIN!</strong>The foxy flora roars at you. Her rage attracts the attention of her battalion. They look at you with a large amount of hatred and rage, their commander, Flora, having led them through hell and back, but always able to get them home in time for their metaphorical dinner. Multiple men, including the knight that humped Erica feral move over to her, staring daggers at you and smirking.<strong>You better do as the lady asks.</strong>The large, beefy knight says in a battle hardened tone.<br/><br/>Flora's guard surrounded your table, smirking as they knew, that even with your skills, there were too many of them for you to take on.<strong>Now, your going to do as our captain asks, or we're going to execute your miserable ass right here, then well figure out what to spend your gold on.</strong>The knight said, his armour having seen battle, scrapes and scratches littered the plate mail he wore. At first glance he appeared unarmed, but as you look around you can see a scabbard on his back, the sheath holding a massive claymore meant for cleaving through hoards of demons and goblins alike, the weapon having no problems cutting through flesh.<br/><br/>Flora stood, dawning her armor, and snatching the kiss back. She lay it on the ground, pulling her sword and cutting it in half in one powerful blow.<strong>Now, I normally solve my problems myself, but you've put me into a position where I need to use the connections I have. Now these fine men are only part of our battalion, so you can either give me back the ability to cum normally, and not fear cocks, or, as my second in command said, we can kill you right quick. It's your choice, and I wont have a problem living the way I am, so don't think of using that against me. Along with the fact that I could find a more powerful sorcerer to remove it. Now show me some respect and do as your told.</strong>Flora says sternly, her sword tip now on your throat, the cold steel digging into your fur and flesh.