"Wot the hell are you doin'?" I want to talk to you," I said, dropping the accent. "It's important. I think you are in some danger." I will be if I do...' change," she said as her forehead wrinkled. "I've a big an' important rout tonight an' I'm near fagged out now." She swirled away from me, seemingly talking more to herself, as I held her hips. "Did a pair of randy cavalry types this afternoon, showoff braggarts they were."She wiggled free of my groping hands and began unhooking the flat front. And I had all the male characters make a saving throw. Jack failed his, and was only able to stand dumbfounded and stare at their breasts, rubbing himself through his armor.And at the second encounter, the females had a similar reaction to the Minotaur, which I described fully, complete with his 2 foot long cock. Linda failed all of her willpower rolls, and her character sat on the ground and masturbated as the rest of the party fought it.She was beet red at the end of the encounter, as I had. ”Shit, shit that was dumb. What’s his profile? Wants a woman, check. Athletic, check. Multimillionaire, oh boy check…well, maybe, maybe not, could be an ass or just lying…amateur photographer, CHECK!Cameraman: “Really like that you’re so adventurous, open to new things. You actually already wore that butt plug in public. Hot!”OK, OK, I got this…get his attention.Michelle: “Yeah, bought one way too big. Ha, ha. Took me 10 minutes to get it in. Walked all the way from K to P-Street at high. Torment her a little, see if she had any Wexler-news to share.Quill was what I’d expected in a luxury hotel bar. Hushed with soft, flattering lighting, expensive vittles. I showed up, courtesy, fifteen minutes early for our nine o’clock meet. Battle was already there, martini in front of him, flirting with the cocktail waitress.He stood when I approached. Courtly, slender, handsome. I could understand his success with recently-single women. This evening Battle was resplendent in his Navy dress.