No, everything is not okay!

"What did you do to me?" you demand. "Why was I in your bed? Where are my clothes? Why can't I remember?!"

"Please, keep your voice down," Malik says, glancing across the room at the bedroom door. "I didn't do anything--"

Suddenly, the bedroom door bursts open and a tall, broad-shouldered human strides in. You hide behind the bedpost, peering around the edge of the heavy bedcurtains.

"Lord Malik, are you--" He sees Malik sitting up in bed and frown creases his brow for a moment, then he smiles. "Oh, nephew, you look so tired. Are you all right? I thought I heard shouting."

"It was nothing, Uncle Armin," Malik says. "Just a bad dream. I'd like to go back to sleep now, please."

"Well, all right," Armin says, his sharp gaze sweeping around the room. "I'm sure you're still exhausted after that long trip--Wait, who is that?" His eyes bore into you and you shrink back, trying to disappear into the curtains. "Still trying to conceive that heir, are you? You're going to tire yourself completely out, M'Lord. And where did you find such a frail-looking wench? Nephew, don't waste your seed on a girl who isn't fit to carry your child. I'll get rid of her and find you a maiden with broad hips and an ample bosom.

He turns to you. "Come along, girl. I'll pay you and you can be on your way."