<strong>"As you wish my mistress."</strong>Your slavegirl says shyly, not wanting to make you more impatient with further hesitation or talking. Leaning forward, she presses her lips firmly against yours, pulling you into a deeply passionate kiss. Along with the feeling of lustful arousal comes a soothing warmth that washes away the pains of your injuries. You feel her lithe frame writhing against you as the kiss continues for a dozen or so seconds, more than enough to get your slave turned on.<br/><br/>(2 uses of cure moderate wounds to restore 31 hp)<br/><br/>She is blushing deeply when she pulls away, her hand subconsciously going between her legs as she starts touching herself lightly.<br/><br/>Even in their best haste, it takes several minutes before a carriage fit for a princess pulls up, still bearing the crest of the royal family. It is pulled by two brilliantly white horses, which seem all the more radiant contrasted by the soot covered pirate that is leading them. The man you bested in the dual offers his sword to you in its scabbard over his forearm, bitter by the defeat but acknowledging that he had been bested.