"Now let's see...what can we do to make your life really interesting, Failiel?" Alexandra mutters threateningly as she advances on Failiel. "And what is this?" she asks as she finds you in the way.

"...Rick, Ma'am." You answer. "I caught Failiel as part of my initiation..."

"Very good." She announces in a tone of voice you are unsure of [but wish was different]. "Now you think she is your property that you have to protect?"

"...Uh..." Somehow every answer sounds wrong. You are probably right about that. You don't know much about the rules here, and Alexandra looks in the mood to punch anybody in reach, which you very much are.

"I think that is a very reasonable idea..." she continues to your considerable worry. Just what her expression means, you don't know, and would really prefer not to find out. No such luck of course. "You now own Failiel. You can do anything, non-fatal anyway, you want with her." Well, maybe this won't be so bad after a... "But of course you have to defend your property. Just about every girl here wants to swallow Failiel. So you are going to defend your property by being eaten instead of her." Oh...
"Marie! Go fetch the potions." Marie, it seems already has the potions as they quickly appear in Alexandra's hand. "Each of you two drink one of these. They will cause you to reform in the basement when you are digested. That way, you can't escape house justice. Eventually you will appear back here again.
"Failiel, don't think you are going to escape being food. Your hero here won't be able to rescue you from everybody. You are going to get digested a lot. But right now, I have other plans for you.
"Since you have given us so much displeasure, you will now give us pleasure. You will be giving oral sex to everybody in the house, starting with me of course. Get your clothes off, and get between my legs."
As Alexandra issues this order, she sweeps her hair to the side, revealing she is wearing a black dress. This too is flung out of the way, revealing she is wearing nothing under it, and that her white hair is natural. She leans back on a couch, waiting for Failiel to kiss that tiny forest.

Failiel is slow to undress, but she has little choice in the matter. Even assuming you are the sort of champion who will fight to the death, she is outnumber at least 10-1. And you certainly wouldn't count on yourself for much help. Screaming for mercy sounds like a much better survival tactic. Reluctantly she gets between Alexandra's legs and starts to lick.

"A decent start, but we need something to make this interesting..." Alexandra mutters. "...whips and chains maybe... or maybe we should let your hero have a go at you..."

"No!" is Failiel's panicked response.

"Ah" responds a pleased Alexandra, who probably was probing to see what would horrify Failiel the most. "And why not?"