Mera's scowl<em>deepened</em>.  She hefted the lance in a crook of her arm, and pointed it in the general direction of the man.  "You.  Get out of here if you want no part of what's coming next.  It will not be pleasant for her.  And it will be even far less than that for you."  The man, to his credit, seemed to know when not to interfere.  He bowed out and took a good distance back...though out of the corner of her eye, Yifa would be able to still see him.<br/><br/>Mera swatted Yifa again.<em>Harder.</em>"No, but you<em>are</em>unwise to the ways outside of the city.  What do you think that man wanted?  Money?  The chance to give you a tour?"  And then she did something unexpected.  Her free hand shot out and roughly fondled one of Yifa's breasts for a couple of moments.  "<em>That</em>is what he wanted, Princess.  Your body.  Now how can I expect to face your father at home, with your stomach swollen and no husband to your name?"<br/><br/>There was silence for a couple of moments.  "Now, are you going to be good?  Or do I have to be your caretaker, as well?"  Her hand was raised again.