Big warrior type.

You look the options over suddenly getting a bit jealous at some of them as they are all naked and quite a few are very well endowed. Then one pops into view that you instantly know is right. As you reach out to select it you feel yourself inhabit the 6’4” frame, built and looking much like many pictures you have seen drawn by Boris of Conan the barbarian with an uncircumcised 12” thick meaty cock hanging between your legs. You then find yourself in what looks like a shopping mall but everything is medieval or looks to be magic. You decide to put on a pair of somewhat loose lace up breeches, a pair of heavy leather riding boots, and a loose fitting heavy sackcloth tunic. On top of this you throw on a light chain mail tunic that hangs to your mid thighs and a helm with horns on each side. You look around and pick up a sack of gold pieces and a belt with 2 pouches full of basic camping style gear. You tuck a dagger in your boot and strap on a weapon belt and a very long heavy sword made of reddish steel that burns with flame as you swing it. Finally you spot a big strong horse and toss on a saddle and bags full of food and more provisions like a rope, bedroll, lantern, and even a small tent. Then you hop on the horse and ride out the double doors of the mall. As you leave the mall disappears and you find yourself just outside an old medieval town with dirt roads and mostly stone or simple wood structures. You ride up to a what looks like a tavern and rap the ropes of your horses rains over a post and stride in the western style half doors. As you enter the smell of bacon and piss mix oddly in your nose and you look around. Most of the patrons seem quite unremarkable but your eyes are drawn immediately to the blob of white serving drinks. It walks up to you and you see written on it:

Call me your preference, “Where can I get something to wet my appetite:”

“Lad,” “Lass,” “Um, M’lady,” or “Just get me a drink.”