Extend the Story - Add a Room

"Oh no, earthy highwayman! Take whatever you want from my husband..." (You lie.) "...but leave me in peace, I pray thee!" Even as you say the words, you fantasize of him turning his greedy head to the spoils in the room long enough for you to smash it with the ivory bathwater pitcher.

However, his quest for ill-gotten gains seems to have been forgotten in the presence of your dampened, ample bosoms. He must be alone, for he lustfully shuts the door behind him, and advances toward the bath, his tongue hanging from his open, unshaven mouth and over his dirty jaw. He quite obviously still wants to take something that is here, but you get the distinct feeling that you wouldn't like what he has in mind.

Yelling for help would be quite useless, as most every available fighting man has been drawn one way or another to the battle raging outside. You must take matters into your own hands.

Changing tactics, you level a stern glare at the advancing ogre of a man. "Now is your last chance to leave unscathed, sir. I suggest you do so."
"Right, poppet. Oi think you'll be the one who's scathed 'round 'ere when Oi'm done!"
"Fine," you say, gritting your teeth.

He reaches out and makes a grab for your tempting bosoms, and you wait for him to get two handfuls before summoning up two searing flames from within your core that light his hands with unquenchable Greek Fire! He yelps in pain, trying to douse them in the bathwater. You laugh as the fire further engulfs him - up to his shoulders! He runs screaming from the room and more than likely is killed by the guards when he makes it outside. You don't know, and you certainly don't care.

Having had your fill of this bath, you quickly put on a chemise, breeches, your corset and new hose, followed closely by the crimson velvet gown you'd picked out earlier. Lacing up your adventuring boots (which you are glad can't be seen beneath the gown, for fashion's sake), you slowly make your way down the stairs from the dignitary chambers into the main hall of the castle. You are quite pleased to see bits of charred clothing and even flesh left by what was surely the escaping highwayman.

The hall is very nearly empty, except for one very familiar-looking servant boy, who looks very surprised to see you coming from the same stairwell he no doubt saw the flaming man coming from mere minutes before.

Now... what to do, what to do...

Wait it out for now. War is an ugly thing to walk through, especially with a brand new gown!