Zitka smiled. "Then on your knees. You didn't make me cum, not very nice. You're going to finish what you started. And then after that, I'll decide if I want to keep you alive or not. If you do a good enough job, I'll hire you for the bath house my pals and I run. You get to work, I get a new employee." She spun the two swords in her hands as she spoke. "Or, you can refuse. Then I cut your hamstrings, force you to the ground, make you make me cum, and kill you. I'm feeling nice so I'll skip the part where I slice piece off your dick."<br/><br/>She had to look up at him as she spoke, not a particularly intimidating figure.