The more attention that Promise received, the more her body started to react.  Her clit was slowly growing engorged, along with her nipples, and her legs didn't seem to want to work right.  She felt so good, but she couldn't help but feel scared at these new and unusual sensations.<br/><br/><strong>You are weak.</strong>She heard the words from nowhere, another echo from the Labyrinth beneath, but she knew it to be true.  There was another person who used to be weak, who used to be her, and that person died.  Promise was a warrior.  She couldn't take the chance of death by putting down her weapon and armor.<br/><br/>She backed away, pushing off of the bottom of the bath to head back towards her soulsteel.  As the bathwater dripped along the floor, the strong scent of Promise's arousal filled the air.