Elisabeth Ida Ramirez of Corinth V

It's ultimately the teeth that decide you: you just can't handle a woman with bad dental hygiene and you can only tell if ONE of them has that problem without waking them up. Sure, she's a 'fatty', sure, she's the same level as you so no advantage in terms or dominance or power, yes, she snores like a congested heifer, and it's true that you have NO idea what she is like in terms of sex drive and personality, BUT, worst comes to worst you will just beat her to **** with your bare hands an score a nice XP rush. Besides, if things haven't changed massively since you were last alive, fat chicks tend not to get laid as often, which makes them a lot more **** for a good fuck.

"Elisabeth." You whisper kneeling down and brushing her cheek at which point you find your hand sized by a grip like a vise and her eyelids flutter open.

"Oh my god, you're HIM!" She says looking over your 'Eggplant' black skin yet totally Caucasian facial structure, while sitting up and letting go of your wrist, which you rub gingerly. She almost did HP damage with that grip and you don't have that many to spare. You think about putting a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet but decide against it.

"Keep it down will you? If I wanted everyone awake I would have shouted myself." You inform her, looking around to see if anyone has risen.

"Understood Nimrod, but we have to get out of here, I'm not supposed to BE here and if they find me they just might kill me." Elisabeth says standing and dusting off her robes.

"Wait, what?" You ask, seizing her wrist in a grip exactly as vise like as she used on you a moment ago. "WHY aren't you supposed to be here and how do you know who I am?"

"The answers to those two questions are connected:" She begins, then takes a very deep breath, "I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grand daughter," She says, almost running out of breath and gasping for a few seconds when she is done before continuing, "and every woman on this field is supposed to be one you may chose as your concubine." She finishes looking you in the eye with, an emotion you can't quite pin down, unless...

~Is she, turned ON by that?~ You wonder.