Fae knight/Warrior trained in faerie swordplay

"A Fae worrior? isnt that an oxymoron?...oh well...so the Half-Faerie, Knight, "John" Doe, seeks an audiance with the king...got it", the guard places the form inside a ledger and and runs back to his post by the gate while looking you up and down again.

You know your race of people aren't exactly the most common around, but shit! Hes acting like your a demi-god or something. Maybe its the way your dressed, you ponder. Was it too much to wear your sexy purple riding boots? Perhaps your supple ass is attracking attention...you probably should of worn a loin cloth that came down a little further...not to mention a tunic....your big fat tits seem to play peek a boo with this one. Oh well, after fixing the tiara in your wild purple hair and making sure your wings are tucked in properly you take a gander around...

You realize its been awhile since you had a nice hard fucking, the kind that can bring you to a screaming orgasm. So few men knew how to do it right, and when they hear your a half blooded fae, they don't really drive it deep for fear they'll tear you in two. Men can be so stupid sometimes...though they have their uses.

Wrapping your leather cloak around you, you snap out of the reverie. Now finnally done with paper work you decide you owe yourself some "fun". I'll see the king soon enough, you plot, lets see whats in this shithole fief.

Suddenly you realize the passerby peasants are staring at you. I guess they
have never seen a half-faerie piece of ass quite as cute as me before, you think...

Looking around you notice this place has tons of poor townsfolk, alot of them sweaty muscular men!, shit!, you muse...must be something in the water.

You notice an attractive couple making their way to you...the man is large and well built with a humbled look on his face. He appears to be some sort of warrior from the way he dresses...riding boots...tight (and i mean TIGHT) cod peice, no pants, shirtless and carrying a large broad sword on his back. Yummy! you think.
The woman instantly gives you a catty look, apparently she doesnt approve of "Fredrick's of Dementia".

"Excuse me little girl," the large man begins, his voice deep and steady "Do you know where the Inn is?"

Slapping your ass you tell him your not such a little girl, and that you as of yet have had no need of the Inn. Next you recommend he ditches the hag and the two of you can think up an activity that might change that...

Before he can answer the wife smacks the taste out his mouth and drags him off by his ear.

Oh well...guess ill have to get my kicks some other way you decide.
Gathering your stuff, you tie your horse to a fence by some water, and look around.