[BitterChalice]

Zafira seethed with rage as she watched the man begin his speech again. He was just a frustrated asshole who wanted to humiliate her.
The problem was that she had no weapons to defend herself.

She had to admit the lost, so she submitted, doing as was told. “Oh yes, yes I am!” she exclaimed, ignoring Nevann's satisfied smirk. “I'm really sorry, please let me prove it!” pleaded the jury, feeling her anger build. “I am willing to accept the consequences of my actions, but please be lenient,” she said almost in tears, playing the sorry girl.

But when the man mentioned a spanking, the elf's eyes widened.
That ugly son of a bitch. That's what his plan was.
Her pale face flushed with her indignation as she glared at the guard. That plebeian, how dare he?!

She could no longer retract, plus the other option was jail for decades!
She lowered her head, defeated.

Behind her the citizens who were watching the trial seemed pleased by this turn of events.
Zafira no longer knew what to hope for.


(I have no problem with the belt if you want to use it. Whichever implement you prefer is fine.)