Snippet #1728079

To buzzed, if not drunk to rebel against her would-be "master", Veronna allowed herself to be dragged from her bar-stool.
Once upright in the now spinning and swaying room however, protest began to show itself.
She allowed her body to go limp, the armour's weight and her own bearing down on the poor priestess.
"Theresa, I don't wanna gooo.." Despite being twenty-nine, and an army General, she had no shame in whining like a little girl.
"You know I like taverns, and light is just going to sting my eyes.." A sly smile crept over her lips. "If you're so worried about being safe.."
By now, she had an audience, mostly male, and decided to give them what they wanted more or less. She gingerly gripped the girl's wrist, then gave a very firm yank, crashing the girl into her chest, and pretty much face-planting into her breasts. Before the girl could recover, Veronna's shielded arm slide around her waist to shackle her victim in place, her hand securely resting on Theresa's ass, squeezing and kneading.
"You know you can always just stay right here with me, where it's warm and safe~" Her mildly slurred speech was being delivered in a husky tone nearly an entire octave lower than her usual voice.

Never one to be sexual, this was far from the norm. In fact Veronna was very timid sexually, except when buzzed or drunk, and even more so when drunken and with an audience. She'd quickly learned that human's had a mild obsession with female to female contact.
Her other arm went around the poor girl, further shackling her.
"You know I can take care of you better than any man could.." Veronna was hinting at the bugle straining against her thong, the one barely hidden by a single plate-fauld of her battle-skirt, and something she enjoyed teasing Theresa with when drunken.