In the dimly lit, stone-walled guard room, Irileth, the fiery redhead, finds herself surrounded by eager, uniformed men. She teases them, running her hands over her curves, her eyes daring. They close in, hands reaching for her, and she doesn't resist. She's a wildcat among wolves, her moans echoing as she's filled from both ends. The guards growl, their pace quickening, and Irileth leans back, opening her mouth, ready to receive their hot, sticky release.