You look at the shivering Bunny Girl and she rapidly shakes her head of what your about to do. "Bunny-slut for one of your best swords? Deal." you say.
The blacksmith nodded and looked over his product. "Hmm, clean fur, young on the teen side, not much meat on her, she a virgin?" he asked you. You shrugged. "If I fucked her, she be crawling back to her borrow." you chuckled.
The blacksmith moved his hand towards her lower regions and checked, the bunny girl yelped and teared from the violation. "Yup, she's fresh. Your lucky I got my best work in stock." he said as he walked to the back and returned with a sword you can rely on: A fresh white steel broadsword, a foot longer than your arm but doable in need of reach.
You put the new weapon in your scabbard and turn to walk away.
That Bunny-girl is in safe hands of the smith. You presume?
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