Tales of a Tavern slaver and he s useless slave

Well, you know, sometimes, here in tavern you can hear interesting stories near the bar counter and discuss them. Or you can get some quest. Different things are happening. Wars, orgies, festivals, disasters, uncontrolled magic bursts...I will ask if I can tell this story, but today this is a tale. Hear it.

"So I did what you suggested, and had the refere necromancer summon two skeletons in the arena. I armed my slave with some rudimentary leather armour, a metal reinforced club and set her loose. She charged into the arena, flailing with her club while her features just bounced left and right. It was a sexy and arousing, yet also embarassing sight to see. It was clear she had no experience in fighting what so ever. Her swings were overdrawn, her stance awful, and I believe she almost slipped on the arena floor once or twice. But to my surprise she managed to take one skeleton's head clean off. But she overswung that attack, stumbled sideways, and fell onto her knees. That gave the other skeleton enough time to counter attack, and it hit my slave cleanly on the head. Confused, disorentied and bloodied, she her fall over forward, face first into the sand of the arena. The skeleton kept on beating, and beating; but instead of resisting my slave got aroused and started to moan. I was so confused, and ashamed of my slaves poor performance, I just looked over to the refere on whether he had anything to say. But he just raised one undead eyebrow and shrugged. He has seen it all, and he knew there was no hope for that one. And in the moment I didn't pay attention, my slave girl began to grunt and moan even louder, and slipped one hand down under to masturbate. Enough is enough. The refere dispelled the skeleton, and I had to concede that my girl was a horrible fighter."