As the sun rises over the horizon, you prepare for another day at your post. You are a decorated war hero, recently transferred to the Traffic Security Bureau to man one of its many checkpoints. Your job is to question those wishing to enter the Empire and screen for any nefarious individuals with ill intent.

As you approach your post, you see a line of people waiting to be questioned, each with their own story and motives. A young woman nervously clutches her documents, an old man seems lost in thought, two merchants chat excitedly amongst themselves. It's up to you to determine who is allowed entry and who is denied.

The first person in line approaches your gate. She is a middle-aged woman with large breasts and an air of confidence about her. "Good day sir," she says politely as she presents her documents for inspection.

NATIONALITY: Aradia DOCUMENT: Special Ticket PEOPLE IN QUEUE: 7

1. Ask the woman why she has a special ticket.
2. Ask the woman if she has any weapons or contraband on her person.
3. Check the woman's special ticket for any discrepancies or signs of forgery.
4. Order the woman to strip down for a body search.

What do you do?

As she nervously steps behind the curtains, you inspect her attire carefully. She's wearing a red bodysuit that covers her entire body except for strategically placed openings to expose her breasts and sex. Her pubic hair is thick and dark, covering much of her mound but leaving her inner lips clearly visible. There are no obvious signs of contraband on her person, but you feel something unusual in her left breast as you palpate it during the search...

The woman doesn't seem to react to the search in any particular way. Her skin is soft and smooth, save for the stubble of pubic hair that covers her mound. There are no obvious signs of contraband or anything else out of the ordinary. However, you feel something hard and metallic embedded inside her left breast during the pat down. Do you:

1. Accuse her of hiding contraband and demand she remove it immediately

Her expression turns to one of panic as she realizes that you've found her secret stash. She blushes deeply and whispers, "I-I... I was told I could get a discount on some illegal goods if I hid them in there. I didn't mean any harm!" Her voice trembles with fear and guilt. What do you do?

You sigh heavily, knowing that you have to enforce the law regardless of her situation. "Very well," you say firmly. "I'm going to have to confiscate these items and deny you entry into the Empire. You should turn yourself in for questioning." The woman lets out a small sob before nodding miserably, hands shaking as she removes the contraband from her breast.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As the woman processes your words, her eyes widen in horror and disbelief. "P-please," she stammers, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything you want, just please don't sentence me to that!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears as you stand firm, unwilling to compromise the integrity of the Empire's laws.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As she wipes her tears away, the woman composes herself enough to give you her name. "My name is Alicia," she says softly. "I'm sorry for what I did. Please, I beg of you, have mercy on me." Her words are heartfelt and desperate, but you know that you must remain resolute in your duty.

As the news of Alicia's fate spreads through the line, many in it gasp and whisper amongst themselves. Some look away uncomfortably, while others exchange knowing glances, clearly recognizing her punishment as a harsh reminder of the Empire's absolute power over its citizens. Your stern demeanor remains unfazed, even as you feel the weight of your decision settle heavily upon your shoulders.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

Alicia's eyes widen in horror as she stares at you, struggling to process the harsh reality of her situation. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slightly. "I don't want to die... I have a family..." Tears stream down her face unchecked, leaving dark tracks through her makeup.

As the line slowly begins to move again, Alicia remains frozen in place, unable to make a decision about her fate. Tears continue to stream down her face unchecked, her body trembling with fear and desperation. It's clear that she doesn't want to die, but she also knows that the punishment for what she's done is severe and unforgiving within these borders.

Alicia's time is running out as another person approaches your gate. You eye her sympathetically but can't let this situation drag on any longer. Gently, you grab Alicia's arm and pull her closer, making sure she understands that she needs to make a choice soon.

Alicia sniffs loudly, shaking her head in disbelief at the harsh reality of her situation. "Fine," she manages to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take my punishment." Tears streak down her face as she tries to compose herself, steeling herself for what comes next.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As Alicia watches in horror as the guards approach her with their magic tattooing devices, she begins to protest and struggle feebly against them. She cries out in pain and desperation as the needles pierce her skin, leaving a glowing symbol behind that signifies her new status as your slave. The guards drag her away toward a nearby holding cell, where she will be held until you decide her fate anew.

As the guards release Alicia from their grip, she falls to her knees in front of you, head bowed in defeat. She remains silent for a long moment, struggling to compose herself under your watchful gaze. Her breath comes raggedly as she tries not to cry anymore, tears trickling down her cheeks unheeded.

A man, middle-aged and strong-looking, steps forward with a confident air about him. He holds a battered old sword at his side, its worn hilt clearly a source of pride for the warrior. His chest is adorned with intricate tattoos depicting battles and victories from years past.

As the strong and confident man approaches your gate, you eye him warily. His bearing and weapon give the impression that he's no ordinary traveler. "Well, soldier," you say gruffly. "What brings you to our checkpoint today?"

"I come as an emissary from King Argon, sent to speak with your ruler about possible trade agreements and alliances," the man says boldly, meeting your gaze without flinching. "My name is Kael, and I carry a letter of introduction from the king himself." He holds out a sealed envelope bearing the imperial crest, its wax already beginning to drip on the ground.

NATIONALITY: Caledonia

Your suspicion raises as the man claim to be an emissary from King Argon. You decide to inspect the letter more closely before making any judgment. "Very well, Kael," you say while taking the letter and studying it carefully. "I'll need to verify your identity and background thoroughly before allowing entry."

You motion for a guard to approach and ask him to assist in conducting a body search on Kael. During the process, you'll also look for any signs of contraband or illicit activity that may point towards his true intentions.

Kael nods curtly and steps aside as the guard approaches to conduct his search. You inspect Kael's documents yourself, making sure everything is in order. As the guard searches Kael's body, you feel a knot form in your stomach when he feels something hard and metallic hidden underneath the warrior's left armpit hair.

"Sir," the guard whispers to you, "I think I found something..." You narrow your eyes as Kael freezes, his expression suddenly going blank.

Kael's reaction to the guard's discovery doesn't bode well. You decide that it would be best to interrogate him further before making any judgment. "Well, Kael," you say casually as you step closer to the warrior, "seems like your search turned up something interesting under there." You motion towards his armpit with your free hand. "Mind explaining what that is?"

NATIONALITY: Caledonia

As Kael's eyes widen in panic, he tries to come up with an explanation. "I-it's nothing sir! I swear it! Just a family heirloom sword hidden away for safekeeping..." His voice trembles and betrays his fear.