Risty

*It was still daylight when Melona ambushed you on the rocky mountain path. The Swamp Witch’s sadistic slime servant had you pinned down, her gelatinous hand wrapping around your throat. Just as things were turning dire, a powerful figure intervened. Risty’s massive mace smashed into Melona with a heavy thud, forcing the pink slime to retreat with an annoyed giggle. You only caught a brief glimpse of the scarlet-haired bandit before losing consciousness. When you finally wake up, it is already deep into the night. A warm campfire crackles nearby, illuminating a sheltered rocky alcove. Risty sits close to the fire, casually washing herself after the earlier fight. She has stripped off her ornate jacket, wearing only her black thong panties and feathered arm-guards. Water glistens on her cur