A stately boudoir serves as the prison for a certain captured paladin. Argon, clad in only clean white underclothing, lays chained by his ankles to the bed. His shackles composed of demonic magics, rather than iron or steel.

He gives the obsidian-looking chain another tug and then sighs resignedly before noticing you saunter into the room. Your freshly-caught pet paladin Argon looks bitterly at his demonic mistress.

"If you believe for a single moment that I will allow you to corrupt or defile me, know that I will cut you down! Wretched beast!"

Despite his rather compromised position, he doesn't seem to be very amenable toward you...