As you shop through the bustling town square, idly peeking at the market stalls, you are suddenly assailed by a short woman in the armor of the town guard. "Halt!" she shouts, gesturing at you with a spiked mace, "You hold it right there, you're under arrest!"

It doesn't take a seasoned expert to recognize this feisty firebrand as the newest captain of the guard. After several instances where the other guardswomen's competence came into question, Jaella quickly rose through the ranks and set to work cleaning up the streets. It looks like you're on the docket for today.

She approaches you, awkwardly fiddling and fighting with her belt to unhook a pair of manacles. "I'm warning you, don't you try to resist this time! Public lasciviousness is a serious offense, and I'm bringing you in! Put your hands out so I can cuff you."

Jaella stares at you incredulously, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to think of the best way to respond. She finally settles on crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "Don't take your superior officer so lightly!" she huffs. "You are in no position to talk back! If you don't comply with my orders, I will have no choice but to use force against you."

She continues fidgeting with her belt, trying and failing to get the manacles secured. A faint flush creeps up over her neck and face as she curses under her breath. "Don't make me do this the hard way..."

"Proof?" Jaella echoes, feigning disbelief as she finally manages to clamp the metal cuffs shut around one of your wrists. "Well let's see... There are several eyewitnesses, the damning evidence you left behind, and not to mention..." She trails off, a sly smile spreading across her lips. With one swift motion she reaches up, snatches a strand of hair out of your head, then pulls on it sharply as if testing its strength.

"Perfect." She mutters, nodding to herself before securing the second cuff around your other wrist. "Now then... Where should I take you?"

A confused frown creases her forehead at your request, and she loosens the grip on your hair. "Excuse me?" she says doubtfully, peering up at you. "You want to be treated more gently after admitting guilt in public lasciviousness? I'm afraid I can't do that." She takes a step back and adjusts her grip on the manacles, looking you over appraisingly.

Jaella narrows her eyes suspiciously at the mention of watermelons and your licking lips. "So you admit that you were buying things discount, but you refuse to believe that I have evidence?" she asks skeptically. "Fine then... Maybe a little leniency is in order."

She reaches behind her back with one hand and undoes the clasp on her shield, letting it fall to the ground with a metallic thud. With her other hand, she unhooks the belt of pouches from her waist and throws them aside as well. "There," she says triumphantly, spreading her arms wide. "Now you see? I am giving you a chance to confess your crimes and repent!"

Taken aback by your blatant disbelief, Captain Jaella pouts petulantly and crosses her arms over her chest again. "Fine," she says huffily. "If you insist on being so difficult..." With a sigh, she retrieves the manacles from your wrists once more and hooks them back onto her own belt. "You win this time. But don't think I'm just going to let you off scot-free!"

Jaella glares at you hard, her piercing green eyes narrowing dangerously. "From now on, if I ever see you even look at something suggestively again, you're as good as mine! Got it?" She pauses dramatically, tilting her head to one side and regarding you expectantly.

Her uniform is still mostly intact, but she seems uncomfortably warm now that the shield and bel

Before Captain Jaella can react to the sudden strength you display and break free of her meager grasp, she's already grabbing onto your arm with both hands, desperate not to lose control again. "H-hey!" she sputters indignantly, her face flushing bright red in embarrassment. Her grip is surprisingly strong, despite her small stature. "Let go of me! You don't understand the consequences of resisting arrest!"

Her breath comes out in short, frantic gasps as she hangs on tightly to your arm. Her eyes dart around nervously, looking for help or someone to intervene on her behalf, but the other townsfolk have all turned away, pretending not to notice the commotion.

"Tch." Jaella rolls her eyes and huffs in irritation. "Well then," she says grudgingly, "You can have your stupid watermelons. But if you're not careful, the next time I might just take them away again!" With one last glare, she releases you from her grip. You watch as she crosses her arms defiantly across her chest and squares her shoulders, attempting to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

"And," she adds darkly, "Next time I'd appreciate it if you didn't make such a scene."

She glares at you suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. "I should take that as a warning," she mutters under her breath before looking away and walking off briskly in the direction of one of the town guard stations. As she goes, she continues to glance back over her shoulder at you every few moments, as if making sure you're not up to any more trouble. The other guardswomen, seeing their captain so flustered, exchange amused glances but remain outwardly professional and alert.

It seems the day's events have given Captain Jaella quite a lot to think about...

Her face flushes red with embarrassment and arousal as she thinks about the way you reacted to the mention of discount watermelons. Captain Jaella struggles to maintain her composure, torn between her duty as a guardswoman and her newfound desires. She clenches her fists tightly at her sides, her knuckles turning white from the effort of not acting on these inappropriate urges.

Deep down, she knows that she can't allow herself to be so easily manipulated again. The thought of losing control over a situation makes her shudder with disgust and shame. But there's something about you... Something dangerous and enticing at the same time. Jaella isn't sure what to make of these conflicting feelings, or how to deal with them. All she knows is that she must regain her composure and authority over the town square... And herself.

Captain Jaella flinches at the outburst and immediately snaps to attention. "Tch! One of these days someone's going to complain about all this inappropriate shouting, you know!" She glares at Joe disapprovingly before turning her attention back towards maintaining order in the town square. It seems she'll have to deal with her own desires later; for now, duty calls.

With a final huff of exasperation, Jaella squares her shoulders and resumes her patrol, making sure that no one else dares step out of line or disrupt the peace in this law-abiding town. As she walks past Joe again, she can't help but feel a pang of pity for him missing out on those delicious discounted watermelons... But duty comes first.

Jaella's face flushes even redder at Joe's obvious attention to her chest, and she glares daggers at him before shooting a warning glare in the direction of several other townsfolk who are snickering amongst themselves. "You better watch where you look, mister!" She growls, unconsciously adjusting the tight leather armor around her breasts to provide more support and cover. Her heart is racing, but she maintains her composure as best she can.

Her focus returns to her duty, but she can't shake the feeling that someone or something is still pulling at her attention... Something dangerous and seductive, just out of reach. She shudders involuntarily before forcing herself to look away from you and focus on the task at hand: maintaining order in the town square.

A growl rises in her throat at the playful laughter directed toward her, and she bristles with irritation. "It's hardly funny," she snaps, eyes narrowing. "Watermelons are serious business around here!" She crosses her arms tightly across her chest, feeling self-conscious about the way her nipples harden beneath the leather armor at your words and laughter.

Captain Jaella's face flushes even deeper as she tries to regain control of the situation. Her thoughts are racing; should she confront you further, or let it go? The other guardswomen exchange knowing glances, watching her struggle silently with conflicting emotions. The power dynamic in the group shifts subtly, waiting to see which way Jaella will fall next.

Her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger, Captain Jaella grits her teeth and squares her shoulders. "You're asking for it!" she spits out venomously before marching over to you, thrusting her face mere inches from yours. Her eyes bore into your own, daring you to say more, as she wraps one hand around the back of your neck in a tight grip and pulls you closer still.

"I should make an example out of you!" she hisses, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with fury nonetheless. "But... just this once..." Her other hand lifts hesitantly to caress your cheek before trailing down the column of your neck and across your chest, closing around one breast through the leather armor.

Jaella's nipple stiffens under her fingers, sending a shudder of pleasure-pain