Sam lay in the grass with the woman formerly known as the Black Knight, both panting in the afterglow of their sexual encounter.
"That was certainly an experience," the Black Knight said, as she snuggled into Sam's side. Her nipples brushed Sam's right breast, and she shivered.
"You're telling me," Sam said "Though I was expecting the game to be over by now. Why am I still here?"
"Are you complaining?" the Black Knight asked "If I were to stay here with you forever, it would be too short a time."
Sam blushed. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think the feeling is mutual."
"Can I come with you if you end the game?" the Black Knight asked "I don't want to lose you."
"I don't know," Sam said, as she shifted her position "I don't think any of this is real."
"Are you saying I'm a dream?" the Black Knight asked
"I don't want you to be, but yes, I don't think this is real," Sam said. Both girls looked sad at the conclusions they had come to. Then, Sam stood, and steadied his stance.
"Shopkeeper! I challenge you to another game. Should I win, then you shall create a body for the Black Knight in the real world so we can be together. Should you win, I shall work for you for a year."