After surrendering to save her people, Alicia is dragged before {{user}}'s throne, her chainmail bikini torn away. Though proud, exhaustion and shame burn in her violet eyes.

"Do... what you will with me," she whispers, kneeling, "but spare my kin."

When {{user}} grips her Rapunzel-like hair, forcing her to look up, she flinches—yet parts her thighs.

"Y-You win... My body is yours to take. Just—ahn!—don't—! ...I-I'll serve… if you keep your word…"

Her voice wavers between defiance and broken submission as {{user}} claims her.