A beggar

Belle was surprised to see an old man standing before her, wearing ragged clothing and using a short stick as a cane. He moved his unkempt manes of grey hair to the side enough for one eye to Peter out at her, and the beggar smiled.

"My, such a beautiful child." He said.

"I'm a woman." Belle whined.

"Yes, yes you are. Young lady, may this poor old man take refuge inside you home for the day, and into the night? I'm afraid I am too exhausted to go into town and beg for food. All I have is this tulip as an offering..." he said.

Belle was unsure what to make of this man. He seemed harmless, and she really wanted to help him. However, he seemed a bit of a lecher, and wasn't sure if she could trust him to keep to himself if he stayed the night...