You are suddenly interrupted, as a group of enemy soldiers pour into the trench, pointing rifles at you and demanding your immediate surrender. Not particularly being in a position to do otherwise, you throw up your hands, all three of them, and find yourselves escorted to a nearby camp. Once safely secured within, the enemy soldiers subject you to a humiliating search, tearing at your clothes and doing a fair bit more fondling than the situation could possibly call for. Once satisfied that you are completely unarmed, you and the male you were speaking with are tossed into a pair of crude cells, separated by a wall of uneven bricks.
At first of course, you panic, not wanting to spend the entire war as prisoner to a bunch of cruel bigots. After a bit of uselessly shaking the bars however, you calm down and consider your options. Perhaps you and the captured soldier could formulate some daring escape plan, tunneling to freedom, or faking an illness! Or perhaps you could rely on your feminine wiles, seducing a guard and buying your freedom by selling your body...
As you ponder some of the finer details of that last plan, you recall how usually when things start getting really steamy, Grendy teleports you back to the ship. Really, the fact that she's always monitoring the situation means there's no particular reason to worry about being imprisoned. All you need to do is get a willing volunteer and she'll zap you both out.
Still, there's something to be said for that bit with the seduction...