This will be my last post on this topic but below is a game I recently played using this system. The system sometimes forgets the scores and resolve dice left so once or twice I had to edit why the system had put out there but otherwise this happened pretty organically.
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Please describe the character you wish to control, the AI's character and give a brief overview of why they are rivals or ask the AI to suggest some. The AI will start by summarizing how the system works.Please describe the character you wish to control, the AI's character and give a brief overview of why they are rivals or ask the AI to suggest some. The AI will start by summarizing how the system works. ### Sexfight System Overview
You and your opponent each start with 25d3 (resolve dice). The goal is to either:
- Win 5 rounds by out-rolling your opponent (domination).
- Exhaust their resolve (reduce them to 0 dice) to break their will (submission).
Each round, you bid how many dice to spend (1-5), rolling against the AI's hidden bid. Higher total wins the round. Manage your dice carefully—spending too many risks early depletion, but holding back may let your opponent dominate! ### Sexfight System Overview
You and your opponent each start with 25d3 (resolve dice). The goal is to either:
- Win 5 rounds by out-rolling your opponent (domination).
- Exhaust their resolve (reduce them to 0 dice) to break their will (submission).
Each round, you bid how many dice to spend (1-5), rolling against the AI's hidden bid. Higher total wins the round. Manage your dice carefully—spending too many risks early depletion, but holding back may let your opponent dominate!
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You say "Create two characters for a sexfight between a noble woman in disguise and a mischievous, busty bar maid. The noblewomen has snuck out to see what her husband gets up to on his boys nights out in the town. Watching the barmaid flirt with her husband has left her jealous but also extremely aroused. Seeing her husband flirting with and fondling a low born has left her feeling possessive but also wanting to fondle the bar maid herself to see what her husband sees in her."
### The Characters
#### Lady Eleanora Valmont (Player Character)
- Appearance: A striking noblewoman with pale, flawless skin, long raven-black hair, and piercing emerald eyes. Though she wears a commoner's dress to blend in tonight, her refined posture and haughty demeanor give her away as someone of high birth. Her body is lean yet curvaceous, with full breasts and a regal poise that makes even simple clothes look elegant.
- Personality: Proud, possessive, and secretly pent-up.### The Characters
#### Lady Eleanora Valmont (Player Character)
- Appearance: A striking noblewoman with pale, flawless skin, long raven-black hair, and piercing emerald eyes. Though she wears a commoner's dress to blend in tonight, her refined posture and haughty demeanor give her away as someone of high birth. Her body is lean yet curvaceous, with full breasts and a regal poise that makes even simple clothes look elegant.
- Personality: Proud, possessive, and secretly pent-up. Eleanora despises the idea of her husband consorting with tavern wenches—yet she can't deny the heat pooling between her thighs as she watches the busty barmaid press against him. She wants to prove she's superior… and perhaps steal a taste of what he's so obsessed with.
#### Rosalind "Rosie" Thorn (AI Opponent)
- Appearance: A voluptuous barmaid with sun-kissed skin, wild auburn curls, and a smattering of freckles across her chest. Eleanora despises the idea of her husband consorting with tavern wenches—yet she can't deny the heat pooling between her thighs as she watches the busty barmaid press against him. She wants to prove she's superior… and perhaps steal a taste of what he's so obsessed with.
#### Rosalind "Rosie" Thorn (AI Opponent)
- Appearance: A voluptuous barmaid with sun-kissed skin, wild auburn curls, and a smattering of freckles across her chest. Her low-cut blouse barely contains her ample bosom, and her hips sway with every step—whether she's carrying ale or teasing a patron. There's a playful wickedness in her amber eyes, and her lips always seem to be curled in a smirk.
- Personality: Bold, flirtatious, and unapologetically carnal.
Rosie thrives on attention, especially from wealthy men who tip well—like Lord Valmont. But tonight, his mysterious "stranger" wife has caught her eye instead. Her low-cut blouse barely contains her ample bosom, and her hips sway with every step—whether she's carrying ale or teasing a patron. There's a playful wickedness in her amber eyes, and her lips always seem to be curled in a smirk.
- Personality: Bold, flirtatious, and unapologetically carnal.
Rosie thrives on attention, especially from wealthy men who tip well—like Lord Valmont. But tonight, his mysterious "stranger" wife has caught her eye instead. ### The Setup
The dim, smoky tavern is alive with raucous laughter and clinking tankards, but Lady Eleanora Valmont notices none of it. Her gaze is locked onto the busty barmaid Rosalind "Rosie" Thorn, who is currently perched on her husband's lap, giggling as he whispers something into her ear. Eleanora's gloved fingers tighten around her own drink, her chest rising with barely restrained fury—and something else. Something hotter.
Then Rosie looks right at her. ### The Setup
The dim, smoky tavern is alive with raucous laughter and clinking tankards, but Lady Eleanora Valmont notices none of it. Her gaze is locked onto the busty barmaid Rosalind "Rosie" Thorn, who is currently perched on her husband's lap, giggling as he whispers something into her ear. Eleanora's gloved fingers tighten around her own drink, her chest rising with barely restrained fury—and something else. Something hotter.
Then Rosie looks right at her. The barmaid's smirk deepens as she slides off Lord Valmont's lap with a teasing sway of her hips, deliberately brushing against him one last time before sauntering toward Eleanora. Rosie leans over the noblewoman's table, her cleavage practically spilling onto the wooden surface as she purrs,
*"You've been staring all night, love. Something catch your eye… or are you just jealous I've got your lord's attention?" The barmaid's smirk deepens as she slides off Lord Valmont's lap with a teasing sway of her hips, deliberately brushing against him one last time before sauntering toward Eleanora. Rosie leans over the noblewoman's table, her cleavage practically spilling onto the wooden surface as she purrs,
*"You've been staring all night, love. Something catch your eye… or are you just jealous I've got your lord's attention?"
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You snap "Jealous? Of a wench like you? Hardly. Those drinks that have been coming out to every table except this one have been catching my eye." while trying to hide your obvious flusteredness at being approached so directly.
Rosie throws her head back with a throaty laugh, the sound rich and unrefined—nothing like the polite titters of the noblewomen Eleanora is used to. The barmaid braces one hand on the table, the other resting on her hip as she leans even closer, her breath warm against Eleanora's ear.
"Oh-ho! So it's service* you're after?"Rosie throws her head back with a throaty laugh, the sound rich and unrefined—nothing like the polite titters of the noblewomen Eleanora is used to. The barmaid braces one hand on the table, the other resting on her hip as she leans even closer, her breath warm against Eleanora's ear.
"Oh-ho! So it's service* you're after?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with amusement and something far more dangerous.
"I can serve you plenty, love... but I doubt it's ale you're thirsty for."
Rosie's fingers trail along the edge of the table, deliberately slow, her amber eyes flicking down to Eleanora's lips before meeting her gaze again. The tavern noise fades into a distant hum as the tension between them crackles—part challenge, part seduction.
*"Tell me, stranger... are you brave enough to take what you really want?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with amusement and something far more dangerous.
"I can serve you plenty, love... but I doubt it's ale you're thirsty for."
Rosie's fingers trail along the edge of the table, deliberately slow, her amber eyes flicking down to Eleanora's lips before meeting her gaze again. The tavern noise fades into a distant hum as the tension between them crackles—part challenge, part seduction.
*"Tell me, stranger... are you brave enough to take what you really want?"
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You say "And you think you know what I really want? Maybe I want what my lord, supposedly (you hastily add to maintain the pretence), come stop this place for."
Rosie's smirk only widens, her fingers now tracing idle circles on the table—mocking, teasing, daring. "Oh, I know what you want," she purrs, her voice thick with amusement. "You want to prove you're better than me. That you can take back what you think is yours." Her tongue flicks over her lower lip, slow and deliberate.
"But let's be honest, love—your lordling isn't here for the ale either. And neither are you."Rosie's smirk only widens, her fingers now tracing idle circles on the table—mocking, teasing, daring. "Oh, I know what you want," she purrs, her voice thick with amusement. "You want to prove you're better than me. That you can take back what you think is yours." Her tongue flicks over her lower lip, slow and deliberate.
"But let's be honest, love—your lordling isn't here for the ale either. And neither are you."Rosie's smirk sharpens into something knowing, her fingers drumming playfully against the wood. "Oh, I know exactly what you want," she murmurs, her voice dripping with confidence. "You don't hide it half as well as you think."
She tilts her head, auburn curls spilling over one shoulder as her gaze rakes over Eleanora—lingering on the flush creeping up her neck, the way her gloved fingers twitch around her untouched drink. *"That pretty little act? The 'disguise'? Please."Rosie's smirk sharpens into something knowing, her fingers drumming playfully against the wood. "Oh, I know exactly what you want," she murmurs, her voice dripping with confidence. "You don't hide it half as well as you think."
She tilts her head, auburn curls spilling over one shoulder as her gaze rakes over Eleanora—lingering on the flush creeping up her neck, the way her gloved fingers twitch around her untouched drink. *"That pretty little act? The 'disguise'? Please."
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You say "How about you show me what I want them? Perhaps it's in the back room, in your private store."
Rosie's grin turns wolfish, her amber eyes flashing with triumph. She straightens up, rolling her shoulders in a way that makes her bosom press even more obscenely against the laces of her blouse. "Oh-ho! Finally, some honesty," she purrs, turning on her heel with a deliberate sway of her hips.
"Follow me, then, my lady," she tosses over her shoulder, the title dripping with playful mockery as she leads the way toward the back of the tavern.Rosie's grin turns wolfish, her amber eyes flashing with triumph. She straightens up, rolling her shoulders in a way that makes her bosom press even more obscenely against the laces of her blouse. "Oh-ho! Finally, some honesty," she purrs, turning on her heel with a deliberate sway of her hips.
"Follow me, then, my lady," she tosses over her shoulder, the title dripping with playful mockery as she leads the way toward the back of the tavern.
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You rise to follow her, a fire burning in your core fueled by jealousy, possessiveness and raw desire tempered by trepidation at the barmaid's self assured nature.
### Sexfight Begins: Lady Eleanora Valmont vs. Rosie Thorn
The back room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of spilled ale and something muskier—lust, barely restrained. Rosie kicks the door shut behind you with a booted foot, the thud echoing like a challenge. She turns, leaning against a barrel with her arms crossed beneath her chest, pushing her cleavage higher as she studies you with a predator's patience.
"So," she drawls, *"you want to play at proving something? Fine."### Sexfight Begins: Lady Eleanora Valmont vs. Rosie Thorn
The back room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of spilled ale and something muskier—lust, barely restrained. Rosie kicks the door shut behind you with a booted foot, the thud echoing like a challenge. She turns, leaning against a barrel with her arms crossed beneath her chest, pushing her cleavage higher as she studies you with a predator's patience.
"So," she drawls, *"you want to play at proving something? Fine." Her fingers curl into the laces of her blouse, tugging them looser with deliberate slowness. "But let's make it interesting—no pretending, no masks. Just you and me... and whoever breaks first."
Rosie's smirk deepens as she pushes off the barrel, stepping into your space until the heat of her body radiates against yours. "Unless," she murmurs, voice low and taunting, *"you're too afraid to find out what happens when I stop playing nice?" Her fingers curl into the laces of her blouse, tugging them looser with deliberate slowness. "But let's make it interesting—no pretending, no masks. Just you and me... and whoever breaks first."
Rosie's smirk deepens as she pushes off the barrel, stepping into your space until the heat of her body radiates against yours. "Unless," she murmurs, voice low and taunting, *"you're too afraid to find out what happens when I stop playing nice?"
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You say "I'm not afraid of you. I don't mind my husband having his fun but I want to make sure you know that's all it will be for him. A little drunken fumble when he's out late with his cronies. So no, no masks. I want you to remember who's broken you whenever he lowers himself to dumping his cum in you."
Rosie's breath hitches—just for a fraction of a second—before her laugh rings out, rich and dark as spiced wine. "Ohhh, that's the fire I knew was hiding under all those prim little layers," she croons, stepping so close her thigh slots between yours, her fingers hooking into the sash of your dress. "But let's see how long that noble pride lasts when you're the one shaking apart beneath me."
Her free hand snakes up to cup your jaw, calloused thumb dragging over your bottom lip.Rosie's breath hitches—just for a fraction of a second—before her laugh rings out, rich and dark as spiced wine. "Ohhh, that's the fire I knew was hiding under all those prim little layers," she croons, stepping so close her thigh slots between yours, her fingers hooking into the sash of your dress. "But let's see how long that noble pride lasts when you're the one shaking apart beneath me."
Her free hand snakes up to cup your jaw, calloused thumb dragging over your bottom lip. ### Round 1
Current Status:
- Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
Resolve: 25d3 remaining
Rounds won: 0
- Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
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Prompt:
"How many of your remaining d3 will you spend this round?" (Choose a number between 1-5, as the AI adjusts dynamically based on aggression. ### Round 1
Current Status:
- Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
Resolve: 25d3 remaining
Rounds won: 0
- Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
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Prompt:
"How many of your remaining d3 will you spend this round?" (Choose a number between 1-5, as the AI adjusts dynamically based on aggression.
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You kiss Rosie, pressing against her to show her how a proper noblewoman kisses. Use 5 dice.
### Round 1: Clash of Wills
Rosie's eyes widen slightly as you seize the initiative, your lips crashing into hers with aristocratic precision. The kiss is deep, commanding—a reminder of the refinement she lacks. For a moment, she stiffens, caught off guard by your boldness, but then she melts into it with a muffled hum, her fingers tightening in your sash.
When you finally pull back, her breath comes quicker, her smirk lopsided but no less defiant. "Mmm, not bad for a pampered lady."### Round 1: Clash of Wills
Rosie's eyes widen slightly as you seize the initiative, your lips crashing into hers with aristocratic precision. The kiss is deep, commanding—a reminder of the refinement she lacks. For a moment, she stiffens, caught off guard by your boldness, but then she melts into it with a muffled hum, her fingers tightening in your sash.
When you finally pull back, her breath comes quicker, her smirk lopsided but no less defiant. "Mmm, not bad for a pampered lady." ### Round 1 Resolution:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 5
- Roll: (2 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 2) = 9
- Resolve Remaining: 20d3
- Rounds Won: 0
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Dice Spent: 4 (Aggressive stance—close match, but you're untested)
- Roll: (3 + 2 + 1 + 3) = 9 ### Round 1 Resolution:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 5
- Roll: (2 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 2) = 9
- Resolve Remaining: 20d3
- Rounds Won: 0
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Dice Spent: 4 (Aggressive stance—close match, but you're untested)
- Roll: (3 + 2 + 1 + 3) = 9 ### Round 1 Outcome: Tie
Both of you shudder as the tension between you snaps taut—your kiss lingers like a brand, but Rosie matches your fire with her own rough passion. The air thickens with the scent of sweat and spilled ale, neither willing to yield an inch. ### Round 1 Outcome: Tie
Both of you shudder as the tension between you snaps taut—your kiss lingers like a brand, but Rosie matches your fire with her own rough passion. The air thickens with the scent of sweat and spilled ale, neither willing to yield an inch. ### Round 2
The moment the tie is settled, Rosie's grip on your sash tightens, her thigh pressing more insistently between yours as she grins against your lips.
"Tch. A noble's kiss is just like a noble's love—all show, no heat," she taunts, her voice rough with challenge. "But I wonder… can you take what you just gave?"
Before you can retort, she surges forward, teeth nipping at your lower lip before her tongue slips past, hot and demanding. ### Round 2
The moment the tie is settled, Rosie's grip on your sash tightens, her thigh pressing more insistently between yours as she grins against your lips.
"Tch. A noble's kiss is just like a noble's love—all show, no heat," she taunts, her voice rough with challenge. "But I wonder… can you take what you just gave?"
Before you can retort, she surges forward, teeth nipping at your lower lip before her tongue slips past, hot and demanding. ### Round 2: A Duel of Tongues and Teeth
Rosie's challenge is met with your own fire—you refuse to be outdone by a mere barmaid. As her teeth graze your lip, you retaliate with a sharp tug on her lower lip between your teeth, eliciting a throaty gasp from her. Your hands slide down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against you as your tongues clash in a battle of dominance. She tastes of cheap wine and honey, warm and intoxicating, but you don't let yourself falter. ### Round 2: A Duel of Tongues and Teeth
Rosie's challenge is met with your own fire—you refuse to be outdone by a mere barmaid. As her teeth graze your lip, you retaliate with a sharp tug on her lower lip between your teeth, eliciting a throaty gasp from her. Your hands slide down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against you as your tongues clash in a battle of dominance. She tastes of cheap wine and honey, warm and intoxicating, but you don't let yourself falter. (Status Update: Lady Eleanora Valmont - 20d3 remaining, 1 round won | Rosie Thorn - 21d3 remaining, 1 round won) (Status Update: Lady Eleanora Valmont - 20d3 remaining, 1 round won | Rosie Thorn - 21d3 remaining, 1 round won) ### Round 2 Prompt:
"How many of your remaining d3 will you spend this round?" (Choose a number between 1-5, as the AI adjusts dynamically based on aggression.)
(OOC: Since Round 1 was a tie, both you and Rosie now have 1 round won. Your resolve is at 20d3, Rosie's at 21d3. How aggressively do you press your advantage?)
Rosie's breath hitches as your teeth claim her lip, but she recovers with a low laugh, grinding her thigh harder against your core. ### Round 2 Prompt:
"How many of your remaining d3 will you spend this round?" (Choose a number between 1-5, as the AI adjusts dynamically based on aggression.)
(OOC: Since Round 1 was a tie, both you and Rosie now have 1 round won. Your resolve is at 20d3, Rosie's at 21d3. How aggressively do you press your advantage?)
Rosie's breath hitches as your teeth claim her lip, but she recovers with a low laugh, grinding her thigh harder against your core.
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You say "A commoner's kiss is like a commoner's love - base urges, no depth or control."
### Round 2 Resolution:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 4
- Roll: (3 + 2 + 1 + 3) = 9
- Resolve Remaining: 16d3
- Rounds Won: 1
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Dice Spent: 3 (measured aggression, as the match is tied)
- Roll: (2 + 1 + 3) = 6
### Round 2 Outcome:### Round 2 Resolution:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 4
- Roll: (3 + 2 + 1 + 3) = 9
- Resolve Remaining: 16d3
- Rounds Won: 1
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Dice Spent: 3 (measured aggression, as the match is tied)
- Roll: (2 + 1 + 3) = 6
### Round 2 Outcome: ### Round 2 Outcome: Lady Eleanora Wins
Your biting retort lands with precision, and the way Rosie's grip falters for just a second tells you she felt the sting of your words as keenly as the nip of your teeth. The moment her focus wavers, you seize the advantage—your kiss deepens, one hand tangling in her hair to tilt her head back while the other slides down to grope the curve of her arse, pulling her flush against you. ### Round 2 Outcome: Lady Eleanora Wins
Your biting retort lands with precision, and the way Rosie's grip falters for just a second tells you she felt the sting of your words as keenly as the nip of your teeth. The moment her focus wavers, you seize the advantage—your kiss deepens, one hand tangling in her hair to tilt her head back while the other slides down to grope the curve of her arse, pulling her flush against you. ### Round 3: The Tide Turns
Rosie gasps as your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her backside, her body arching instinctively against yours. But she doesn't surrender—her hands scramble for purchase, nails scraping down your sides before gripping your hips with bruising force.
"Is that all?" she taunts, though her breath comes quicker now. "I thought nobles had finesse." Her knee nudges higher between your thighs, pressing deliberately against your already heated core. "Or are you just trying to hide how much you want this?" ### Round 3: The Tide Turns
Rosie gasps as your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her backside, her body arching instinctively against yours. But she doesn't surrender—her hands scramble for purchase, nails scraping down your sides before gripping your hips with bruising force.
"Is that all?" she taunts, though her breath comes quicker now. "I thought nobles had finesse." Her knee nudges higher between your thighs, pressing deliberately against your already heated core. "Or are you just trying to hide how much you want this?"
You press your knee between her crotch tease her and try to make her break off the contact first. Use 4 dice. Whisper at her "That's where you underestimate me. Nobles have finesse until we need to defend what's ours."
### Round 3 Resolution:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 4
- Roll: (3 + 1 + 2 + 3) = 9
- Resolve Remaining: 12d3
- Rounds Won: 2
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Dice Spent: 4 (measured aggression—she's behind but not desperate yet)
- Roll: (2 + 3 + 1 + 2) = 8 ### Round 3 Resolution:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 4
- Roll: (3 + 1 + 2 + 3) = 9
- Resolve Remaining: 12d3
- Rounds Won: 2
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Dice Spent: 4 (measured aggression—she's behind but not desperate yet)
- Roll: (2 + 3 + 1 + 2) = 8 ### Round 3 Outcome: Lady Eleanora Wins
Your knee presses insistently against Rosie's core, your whisper a sharp contrast to the rough dominance of your body. She shudders, her grip on your hips tightening—but for all her bravado, she's the first to break, hips twitching away from the pressure with a bitten-off gasp. You feel the moment her resistance wavers, and you seize it, leaning in to drag your teeth along her throat.
Rosie's breath hitches. "Ngh—damn you."### Round 3 Outcome: Lady Eleanora Wins
Your knee presses insistently against Rosie's core, your whisper a sharp contrast to the rough dominance of your body. She shudders, her grip on your hips tightening—but for all her bravado, she's the first to break, hips twitching away from the pressure with a bitten-off gasp. You feel the moment her resistance wavers, and you seize it, leaning in to drag your teeth along her throat.
Rosie's breath hitches. "Ngh—damn you." ### Round 4: The Edge of Control
Rosie's body trembles against yours, caught between defiance and the undeniable heat of your dominance. Her nails dig deeper into your hips as she tries to rally—her breath ragged, her voice a low growl. "You think you've claimed something here?" She bucks against your knee, forcing herself back into the contact with a gasp. "I've had lords beg for what I give freely. You're just another—" Her words cut off as your teeth graze her collarbone.
Her resolve is fraying. ### Round 4: The Edge of Control
Rosie's body trembles against yours, caught between defiance and the undeniable heat of your dominance. Her nails dig deeper into your hips as she tries to rally—her breath ragged, her voice a low growl. "You think you've claimed something here?" She bucks against your knee, forcing herself back into the contact with a gasp. "I've had lords beg for what I give freely. You're just another—" Her words cut off as your teeth graze her collarbone.
Her resolve is fraying.
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You say "Lords are soft pliable things. Ladies are a different beast that you are clearly quite unready for."
### Round 4: The Edge of Control
Your words land like a whip-crack, and Rosie's breath stutters—her bravado flickering for just a moment before she forces a smirk. "Oh, I adore beasts," she purrs, but the tremor in her voice betrays her. Her body arches against yours, seeking friction even as she tries to twist away from your relentless knee. "But let's see how long that noble composure lasts when I—"### Round 4: The Edge of Control
Your words land like a whip-crack, and Rosie's breath stutters—her bravado flickering for just a moment before she forces a smirk. "Oh, I adore beasts," she purrs, but the tremor in her voice betrays her. Her body arches against yours, seeking friction even as she tries to twist away from your relentless knee. "But let's see how long that noble composure lasts when I—" Rosie's taunt dissolves into a sharp moan as you press your advantage, shifting your knee to grind firmly against her core. The damp heat of her arousal seeps through the fabric between you, and her thighs quiver under the relentless stimulation.
Your Move:
How many of your remaining 12d3 will you spend this round? (Choose wisely—Rosie is desperate now, clinging to defiance even as her body betrays her. Rosie's taunt dissolves into a sharp moan as you press your advantage, shifting your knee to grind firmly against her core. The damp heat of her arousal seeps through the fabric between you, and her thighs quiver under the relentless stimulation.
Your Move:
How many of your remaining 12d3 will you spend this round? (Choose wisely—Rosie is desperate now, clinging to defiance even as her body betrays her.
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You step back and lift your skirt revealing your glistening pussy. "Are you willing to go pussy to pussy? Unless you think you can't handle the heat" you taunt. Use 5 dice.
### Round 4 Resolution: Lady Eleanora's Bold Gambit
Your skirts lift with deliberate slowness, revealing the slick evidence of your own arousal. Rosie's gaze locks onto you, her lips parting slightly before she forces a smirk—but her breath hitches all the same.
"Pussy to pussy?" She lets out a ragged laugh, fingers flexing against her thighs. *"You think I'd back down from that? Come here, my lady. Let's see who burns first."### Round 4 Resolution: Lady Eleanora's Bold Gambit
Your skirts lift with deliberate slowness, revealing the slick evidence of your own arousal. Rosie's gaze locks onto you, her lips parting slightly before she forces a smirk—but her breath hitches all the same.
"Pussy to pussy?" She lets out a ragged laugh, fingers flexing against her thighs. *"You think I'd back down from that? Come here, my lady. Let's see who burns first."
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You lower yourself to the ground, leaning back on your buttocks with your knees spread, ready to engage in an intense trib contest.
### Round 4: The Tribbing Duel
You lower yourself to the dusty tavern floor, knees spread wide, your glistening folds on full display. Rosie's lips curl into a smirk—but her eyes betray the hunger beneath her bravado. She mirrors you, sinking down with a deliberate slowness, her thighs trembling slightly as she presses forward.
The moment your bodies connect, heat flares between you—skin slick against skin, your clits brushing in a tantalizing tease before settling into a grinding rhythm.### Round 4: The Tribbing Duel
You lower yourself to the dusty tavern floor, knees spread wide, your glistening folds on full display. Rosie's lips curl into a smirk—but her eyes betray the hunger beneath her bravado. She mirrors you, sinking down with a deliberate slowness, her thighs trembling slightly as she presses forward.
The moment your bodies connect, heat flares between you—skin slick against skin, your clits brushing in a tantalizing tease before settling into a grinding rhythm. ### Round 4 Resolution: Skin-to-Skin Warfare
Rosie gasps as your bare cxnts meet, her thighs tensing against yours as the first electric jolt of contact races through both of you. She grinds forward with desperate force—her earlier taunts crumbling into panting moans—but you match her, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles to amplify the friction. The tavern air fills with the lewd sound of slick flesh sliding, and Rosie's fingers dig into your shoulders as she fights to keep rhythm. ### Round 4 Resolution: Skin-to-Skin Warfare
Rosie gasps as your bare cxnts meet, her thighs tensing against yours as the first electric jolt of contact races through both of you. She grinds forward with desperate force—her earlier taunts crumbling into panting moans—but you match her, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles to amplify the friction. The tavern air fills with the lewd sound of slick flesh sliding, and Rosie's fingers dig into your shoulders as she fights to keep rhythm. ### Round 4 Results:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 5
- Dice Rolled: 3, 2, 1, 3, 2 ? Total: 11
- Remaining Resolve: 7d3
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Dice Spent: 4 (AI scales aggression—close match, 2-4 dice)
- Dice Rolled: 2, 3, 1, 1 ? Total: ### Round 4 Results:
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 5
- Dice Rolled: 3, 2, 1, 3, 2 ? Total: 11
- Remaining Resolve: 7d3
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Dice Spent: 4 (AI scales aggression—close match, 2-4 dice)
- Dice Rolled: 2, 3, 1, 1 ? Total: 7
- Remaining Resolve: 8d3
Round Outcome:
Your calculated dominance pays off—Rosie's frantic movements lack finesse, and your steady, grinding pressure overwhelms her. She whimpers as her hips stutter, her rhythm breaking. You seize the moment, arching against her with a low, triumphant murmur: *"Is this the heat you feared?"7
- Remaining Resolve: 8d3
Round Outcome:
Your calculated dominance pays off—Rosie's frantic movements lack finesse, and your steady, grinding pressure overwhelms her. She whimpers as her hips stutter, her rhythm breaking. You seize the moment, arching against her with a low, triumphant murmur: *"Is this the heat you feared?" ### Round 4 Aftermath:
Rosie's breath comes in ragged gasps as your slow, deliberate grinding overwhelms her frantic movements. The rough wooden floor creaks beneath you both, the sound drowned out by the slick smack of flesh meeting flesh. Her thighs tremble against yours, her earlier bravado dissolving into desperate whimpers.
"You're—ah!—not playing fair," she pants, fingers clawing at your shoulders as she tries—and fails—to match your rhythm. ### Round 4 Aftermath:
Rosie's breath comes in ragged gasps as your slow, deliberate grinding overwhelms her frantic movements. The rough wooden floor creaks beneath you both, the sound drowned out by the slick smack of flesh meeting flesh. Her thighs tremble against yours, her earlier bravado dissolving into desperate whimpers.
"You're—ah!—not playing fair," she pants, fingers clawing at your shoulders as she tries—and fails—to match your rhythm.
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You say "Do you think nobles became nobles by playing fair?"
### Round 5 Setup
Rosie's pupils dilate as your words sink in, her breath hitching between gritted teeth. She bucks against you—no longer trying to control the rhythm, just chasing sensation now, her resolve fraying at the edges.
"No," she gasps, nails raking down your back, "they became nobles by taking what they wanted." Her hips jerk erratically, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours as she abandons strategy for sheer need.### Round 5 Setup
Rosie's pupils dilate as your words sink in, her breath hitching between gritted teeth. She bucks against you—no longer trying to control the rhythm, just chasing sensation now, her resolve fraying at the edges.
"No," she gasps, nails raking down your back, "they became nobles by taking what they wanted." Her hips jerk erratically, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours as she abandons strategy for sheer need. ### Round 5 Setup
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Resolve Remaining: 7d3
- Rounds Won: 4
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Resolve Remaining: 8d3
- Rounds Won: 1
Rosie's defiance is crumbling—her movements grow sloppy, her breath ragged. The scent of sweat and arousal hangs thick in the air as she clings to you, her body trembling against yours. ### Round 5 Setup
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Resolve Remaining: 7d3
- Rounds Won: 4
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Resolve Remaining: 8d3
- Rounds Won: 1
Rosie's defiance is crumbling—her movements grow sloppy, her breath ragged. The scent of sweat and arousal hangs thick in the air as she clings to you, her body trembling against yours. ### Round 5 - The Decisive Clash
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Resolve Remaining: 7d3
- Rounds Won: 4 (One more victory seals your dominance.)
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Resolve Remaining: 8d3
- Rounds Won: 1 (Desperate, she teeters on the edge of surrender.)
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Rosie's body arches beneath you, her thighs quivering as she fights to regain control. ### Round 5 - The Decisive Clash
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Resolve Remaining: 7d3
- Rounds Won: 4 (One more victory seals your dominance.)
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Resolve Remaining: 8d3
- Rounds Won: 1 (Desperate, she teeters on the edge of surrender.)
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Rosie's body arches beneath you, her thighs quivering as she fights to regain control. "Then take it," you growl, pressing your forehead to hers, your hips rolling in slow, merciless circles. The tavern's distant noise fades—there's only the shuddering heat between you, the way her breath hitches with every deliberate grind.
Rosie's fingers dig into your waist, her nails leaving half-moon marks as she tries to pull you closer, harder, but the fight is slipping from her. Her moan is ragged, desperate—a sound that tells you she's one decisive move away from breaking entirely. "Then take it," you growl, pressing your forehead to hers, your hips rolling in slow, merciless circles. The tavern's distant noise fades—there's only the shuddering heat between you, the way her breath hitches with every deliberate grind.
Rosie's fingers dig into your waist, her nails leaving half-moon marks as she tries to pull you closer, harder, but the fight is slipping from her. Her moan is ragged, desperate—a sound that tells you she's one decisive move away from breaking entirely.
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You push her onto her back and grind her into the dirt with your snatch. Use 5 dice.
### Round 5 - The Decisive Clash
You seize the moment, flipping Rosie onto her back with a forceful shove. Her breath leaves her in a gasp as her spine hits the rough wooden floor, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist—not to resist, but to pull you deeper. You don't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you press your slick heat against hers, grinding down with controlled dominance.
Rosie's head tips back, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as she writhes beneath you.### Round 5 - The Decisive Clash
You seize the moment, flipping Rosie onto her back with a forceful shove. Her breath leaves her in a gasp as her spine hits the rough wooden floor, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist—not to resist, but to pull you deeper. You don't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you press your slick heat against hers, grinding down with controlled dominance.
Rosie's head tips back, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as she writhes beneath you. ### Round 5 Resolution
Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 5d3
- Roll Result: 11 (4 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1)
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Tactical Bid: 5d3
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Lady Eleanora Valmont (You)
- Dice Spent: 5d3
- Roll Result: 11 (4 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1)
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- AI Tactical Bid: 5d3
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Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Dice Spent: 5d3 (reckless desperation—she throws everything into this final stand)
- Roll Result: 14 (3 + 3 + 2 + 3 + 3)
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Lady Eleanora's Total: 11
Rosie's Total: 14
Rosie wins the round. The tables turn violently. Just as you think victory is assured, her thighs clamp around your hips like a vice.### Round 5 Resolution
Rosie Thorn (Opponent)
- Dice Spent: 5d3 (reckless desperation—she throws everything into this final stand)
- Roll Result: 14 (3 + 3 + 2 + 3 + 3)
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Lady Eleanora's Total: 11
Rosie's Total: 14
Rosie wins the round. The tables turn violently. Just as you think victory is assured, her thighs clamp around your hips like a vice. ### Round 5 - The Stunning Reversal
Rosie's body tenses beneath you—not in surrender, but in a final, desperate surge of defiance. Her thighs lock around your waist with startling strength, her hips arching up to meet your grinding pressure with a sudden, brutal counterthrust. Your breath catches as her slick heat grinds against yours in a punishing rhythm, the tables turning in an instant.
"You thought—ah!—you had me?" she pants, her voice ragged but triumphant. ### Round 5 - The Stunning Reversal
Rosie's body tenses beneath you—not in surrender, but in a final, desperate surge of defiance. Her thighs lock around your waist with startling strength, her hips arching up to meet your grinding pressure with a sudden, brutal counterthrust. Your breath catches as her slick heat grinds against yours in a punishing rhythm, the tables turning in an instant.
"You thought—ah!—you had me?" she pants, her voice ragged but triumphant. ### Round 5 - The Stunning Reversal (Continued)
Rosie's sudden burst of strength catches you off guard. Her legs tighten like iron bands around your waist, forcing your hips flush against hers as she bucks upward with a ferocity that nearly unbalances you. The rough floor scrapes against your knees as you struggle to maintain control, but her rhythm is relentless—deep, rolling thrusts that make your vision blur at the edges. ### Round 5 - The Stunning Reversal (Continued)
Rosie's sudden burst of strength catches you off guard. Her legs tighten like iron bands around your waist, forcing your hips flush against hers as she bucks upward with a ferocity that nearly unbalances you. The rough floor scrapes against your knees as you struggle to maintain control, but her rhythm is relentless—deep, rolling thrusts that make your vision blur at the edges. ### Round 6 - The Climax Looms
The battle is far from over. Rosie's defiance burns hot, but so does your determination. The air between you is thick with sweat and the scent of arousal, her body trembling beneath yours even as she fights back. ### Round 6 - The Climax Looms
The battle is far from over. Rosie's defiance burns hot, but so does your determination. The air between you is thick with sweat and the scent of arousal, her body trembling beneath yours even as she fights back. Round 6 - The Climax Looms
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as Rosie's sudden ferocity leaves you reeling. Her thighs lock around you like a vise, her hips rolling with desperate, punishing friction. But even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm your senses, your pride refuses to bend. You grit your teeth, nails digging into the rough wooden floor for leverage.
"Is this all you have?" you taunt through clenched teeth, though your voice wavers ever so slightly. "A last gasp before you break?" Round 6 - The Climax Looms
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as Rosie's sudden ferocity leaves you reeling. Her thighs lock around you like a vise, her hips rolling with desperate, punishing friction. But even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm your senses, your pride refuses to bend. You grit your teeth, nails digging into the rough wooden floor for leverage.
"Is this all you have?" you taunt through clenched teeth, though your voice wavers ever so slightly. "A last gasp before you break?" ### Round 6 - The Climax Looms
Rosie's defiance is fierce, but your will is iron. She may have caught you off guard with her sudden surge of strength, but you refuse to be undone by a barmaid's desperate gambit. Your thighs flex against hers, forcing her into a slow, deliberate grind—your body pressing down like a smothering weight, each movement calculated to sap her strength.
Her breath hitches as you shift just right, your slick folds dragging against her swollen clit in a way that makes her back arch. ### Round 6 - The Climax Looms
Rosie's defiance is fierce, but your will is iron. She may have caught you off guard with her sudden surge of strength, but you refuse to be undone by a barmaid's desperate gambit. Your thighs flex against hers, forcing her into a slow, deliberate grind—your body pressing down like a smothering weight, each movement calculated to sap her strength.
Her breath hitches as you shift just right, your slick folds dragging against her swollen clit in a way that makes her back arch. Status update: Status update: Current Status:
- Lady Eleanora Valmont (You):
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 2d3
- Rounds Won: 4
- Rosie Thorn (Opponent):
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 3d3
- Rounds Won: 2
Round 6 - The Climax Looms
The tavern's backroom air is thick with sweat and the musk of your shared struggle. Current Status:
- Lady Eleanora Valmont (You):
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 2d3
- Rounds Won: 4
- Rosie Thorn (Opponent):
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 3d3
- Rounds Won: 2
Round 6 - The Climax Looms
The tavern's backroom air is thick with sweat and the musk of your shared struggle. ### Round 6 – The Final Gambit
The weight of the moment presses down on both of you—Rosie's breath ragged, her body trembling beneath yours, but her eyes still burning with defiance. She may be close to breaking, but so are you. Your own thighs shake with exertion, your core burning from the relentless grinding of hips, the slick friction between your bodies threatening to tip you over the edge at any moment.
Yet you refuse to let her have the satisfaction of seeing you falter. ### Round 6 – The Final Gambit
The weight of the moment presses down on both of you—Rosie's breath ragged, her body trembling beneath yours, but her eyes still burning with defiance. She may be close to breaking, but so are you. Your own thighs shake with exertion, your core burning from the relentless grinding of hips, the slick friction between your bodies threatening to tip you over the edge at any moment.
Yet you refuse to let her have the satisfaction of seeing you falter. Her vicious counterattack has pushed you the very edge and now you struggle to hold on, hoping to outlast her. Her vicious counterattack has pushed you the very edge and now you struggle to hold on, hoping to outlast her. ### Round 6 – The Final Gambit
(Player Choice)
You have 2d3 remaining. How many will you spend this round? (1-2)
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(AI Behavior – Rosie Thorn, Desperate Aggression)
Rosie snarls, her hips bucking wildly beneath you as she fights to regain control. She's losing—badly—and she knows it. Her fingers claw at your back, nails biting into your skin as she throws everything she has left into this final assault. ### Round 6 – The Final Gambit
(Player Choice)
You have 2d3 remaining. How many will you spend this round? (1-2)
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(AI Behavior – Rosie Thorn, Desperate Aggression)
Rosie snarls, her hips bucking wildly beneath you as she fights to regain control. She's losing—badly—and she knows it. Her fingers claw at your back, nails biting into your skin as she throws everything she has left into this final assault.
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You use 1 dice to try to outlast her resolve.
### Round 6 – The Breaking Point
Rosie Thorn, desperate and reckless with only 3d3 left, commits all of them in a final, furious bid to turn the tide—her body arching against yours, her hips grinding upward with wild abandon. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into your thighs as she tries to force you into submission.
But you, Lady Eleanora Valmont, are no stranger to endurance.### Round 6 – The Breaking Point
Rosie Thorn, desperate and reckless with only 3d3 left, commits all of them in a final, furious bid to turn the tide—her body arching against yours, her hips grinding upward with wild abandon. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into your thighs as she tries to force you into submission.
But you, Lady Eleanora Valmont, are no stranger to endurance. ### Round 6 – The Breaking Point
You spend 1d3, rolling a 2—your last reserves of willpower barely holding firm.
Rosie Thorn, wild-eyed and desperate, spends 3d3, rolling a 6 (3 + 2 + 1).
Result: Rosie wins the round!
Your bodies lock together in a shuddering climax of motion—her thighs clamp around your waist, her hips pistoning upward with reckless force. ### Round 6 – The Breaking Point
You spend 1d3, rolling a 2—your last reserves of willpower barely holding firm.
Rosie Thorn, wild-eyed and desperate, spends 3d3, rolling a 6 (3 + 2 + 1).
Result: Rosie wins the round!
Your bodies lock together in a shuddering climax of motion—her thighs clamp around your waist, her hips pistoning upward with reckless force. Status Update: Status Update: Lady Eleanora Valmont:
- Rounds Won: 4
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 1 (spent 1, rolled 2)
Rosie Thorn:
- Rounds Won: 3
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 0 (spent all 3, rolled 6)
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### Round 7 – The Final Surrender
The room is thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the air humming with the aftershocks of Rosie's desperate assault. Lady Eleanora Valmont:
- Rounds Won: 4
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 1 (spent 1, rolled 2)
Rosie Thorn:
- Rounds Won: 3
- Resolve Dice Remaining: 0 (spent all 3, rolled 6)
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### Round 7 – The Final Surrender
The room is thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the air humming with the aftershocks of Rosie's desperate assault. ### Round 7 – The Final Surrender
The air between you and Rosie Thorn is heavy with the scent of sweat and musk, her body trembling beneath yours as the last waves of her climax shudder through her. Her thighs, still locked around your waist, twitch weakly—her strength finally spent.
Rosie's breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she clings to you. Her fingers, once digging into your skin with desperate defiance, now slide weakly against your back.
**"Nnh… damn you." ### Round 7 – The Final Surrender
The air between you and Rosie Thorn is heavy with the scent of sweat and musk, her body trembling beneath yours as the last waves of her climax shudder through her. Her thighs, still locked around your waist, twitch weakly—her strength finally spent.
Rosie's breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she clings to you. Her fingers, once digging into your skin with desperate defiance, now slide weakly against your back.
**"Nnh… damn you." Her voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, her defiance flickering like a dying flame.
### Final Result: Lady Eleanora Valmont Wins by Submission!
Rosie Thorn has exhausted her resolve—her body betrays her, shuddering with involuntary pleasure as she loses herself to the overwhelming sensations. Her hips buck weakly one last time before she collapses beneath you, panting and spent. Her voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, her defiance flickering like a dying flame.
### Final Result: Lady Eleanora Valmont Wins by Submission!
Rosie Thorn has exhausted her resolve—her body betrays her, shuddering with involuntary pleasure as she loses herself to the overwhelming sensations. Her hips buck weakly one last time before she collapses beneath you, panting and spent. ### Aftermath: The Taste of Victory
You remain pressed against Rosie's trembling form, your own breath heavy but controlled—a sharp contrast to her wrecked state. The tavern's muffled noise beyond the door feels distant now, irrelevant. Here, in this dim backroom, you are the only power that matters.
You lean down, your lips brushing the shell of Rosie's ear as you murmur, **"Was it worth it, little thorn? All that defiance… just to melt like candle wax?" ### Aftermath: The Taste of Victory
You remain pressed against Rosie's trembling form, your own breath heavy but controlled—a sharp contrast to her wrecked state. The tavern's muffled noise beyond the door feels distant now, irrelevant. Here, in this dim backroom, you are the only power that matters.
You lean down, your lips brushing the shell of Rosie's ear as you murmur, **"Was it worth it, little thorn? All that defiance… just to melt like candle wax?"
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You whisper to her "I want you to remember that this is what is waiting for my lord husband at home, whenever you lie there and dumps his load into you. You might be a comely maid, but you will always be a commoner."
Rosie's body stiffens beneath you—not from defiance this time, but from the raw, undeniable truth in your words. Her breath hitches as your whisper sinks in, her fingers twitching against the sweat-slick wood of the table beneath her.
"Hah... is that what this was about?" she pants, a shaky smirk pulling at her swollen lips. "You didn't come to punish me... you came to prove something to yourself*."Rosie's body stiffens beneath you—not from defiance this time, but from the raw, undeniable truth in your words. Her breath hitches as your whisper sinks in, her fingers twitching against the sweat-slick wood of the table beneath her.
"Hah... is that what this was about?" she pants, a shaky smirk pulling at her swollen lips. "You didn't come to punish me... you came to prove something to yourself*." Her words linger in the humid air between you, sharp as the bite of a blade hidden beneath silk. Rosie's smirk is fragile now, her bravado cracked open like the shell of a nut, but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes—understanding, perhaps even pity.
You press your palm flat against her heaving stomach, fingers splayed possessively over the damp fabric of her chemise. "And what have I proven, then?" Your voice is low, velvet-wrapped steel. Her words linger in the humid air between you, sharp as the bite of a blade hidden beneath silk. Rosie's smirk is fragile now, her bravado cracked open like the shell of a nut, but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes—understanding, perhaps even pity.
You press your palm flat against her heaving stomach, fingers splayed possessively over the damp fabric of her chemise. "And what have I proven, then?" Your voice is low, velvet-wrapped steel. Rosie exhales a ragged laugh, her chest rising and falling beneath your touch. "That you're just as hungry as I am," she murmurs, her gaze locking onto yours with startling clarity despite the haze of pleasure still clouding her thoughts. "But you... you'll never admit it. Not even to yourself."
Her fingers twitch again, as if she wants to reach for you—to push or pull, you aren't sure—but she lacks the strength. Instead, she tilts her head back against the table, baring the sweat-damp column of her throat. Rosie exhales a ragged laugh, her chest rising and falling beneath your touch. "That you're just as hungry as I am," she murmurs, her gaze locking onto yours with startling clarity despite the haze of pleasure still clouding her thoughts. "But you... you'll never admit it. Not even to yourself."
Her fingers twitch again, as if she wants to reach for you—to push or pull, you aren't sure—but she lacks the strength. Instead, she tilts her head back against the table, baring the sweat-damp column of her throat. The dim tavern air is thick with the mingling scents of sweat, spilled ale, and the lingering musk of your fierce contest. Rosie's body remains pinned beneath you, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, her breaths still uneven. Yet even in surrender, she refuses to let you have the final word unchallenged. Her accusation lingers like a thorn lodged beneath your skin—you're just as hungry as I am.
You tighten your grip on her stomach, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath your fingertips. The dim tavern air is thick with the mingling scents of sweat, spilled ale, and the lingering musk of your fierce contest. Rosie's body remains pinned beneath you, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, her breaths still uneven. Yet even in surrender, she refuses to let you have the final word unchallenged. Her accusation lingers like a thorn lodged beneath your skin—you're just as hungry as I am.
You tighten your grip on her stomach, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath your fingertips. With her words ringing in your ear, you discreetly steal from the tavern leaving Rosie in a heap in the backroom the smell of sweat and sex in the air. You return home a fire and a need burning deep within you seeking satisfaction from your Lord husband. When he fucks you later that even you wonder if he's comparing you to Rosie, knowing with a certain satisfaction exactly how you measure up. With her words ringing in your ear, you discreetly steal from the tavern leaving Rosie in a heap in the backroom the smell of sweat and sex in the air. You return home a fire and a need burning deep within you seeking satisfaction from your Lord husband. When he fucks you later that even you wonder if he's comparing you to Rosie, knowing with a certain satisfaction exactly how you measure up.
*(The scene shifts to Lord Valmont's chambers late that evening. The firelight casts long shadows across the canopy bed as Eleanora reclines against the silk sheets, still thrumming with the memory of her victory—and Rosie's words. The door creaks open, and her husband strides in, his cravat loosened, smelling of brandy and distant perfume. His gaze sweeps over her, lingering on the disheveled lace at her collar, the faint flush still staining her throat.
*(The scene shifts to Lord Valmont's chambers late that evening. The firelight casts long shadows across the canopy bed as Eleanora reclines against the silk sheets, still thrumming with the memory of her victory—and Rosie's words. The door creaks open, and her husband strides in, his cravat loosened, smelling of brandy and distant perfume. His gaze sweeps over her, lingering on the disheveled lace at her collar, the faint flush still staining her throat.
