You try to figure out what to do

Alesia takes you by the hand and leads you through the market square. You oo and ahh at the wares being peddled, luxurious silken robes, gold jewelry, and much much more.

“Fuck, I wish I had money…” You lament to Alesia.

“Oh but Throaticus you do have gold! You are a patrician, flush with cash! You own a Villa just outside of the city limits where you maintain a winery and olive garden.” To your shock, you reach into your pocket and pull out a handful of gold coins roughly the size of a nickel.

“Where can I buy armor, Alesia?” You ask.

“There is a black smith in the corner of this market, but I have to warn you—“ you turn around before she has a chance to finish, almost jogging away.

You weave in and out of the crowd as Alesia struggles to keep up with you. “Throaticus wait!” She calls to you, but you ignore her as she disappears into the crowd. You’re focused on a distinctive pinging sound in the distance, not close but not far away either.

As you round a corner, you spot the source of the pinging sound you had been chasing. A squat, muscular woman is pounding away at a sheet of metal, too engrossed by her work to notice you. You admire her body from behind, as she is practically naked underneath her smithing apron. Her heavy buttcheeks jiggle with each clink, clothed only with a string-width thong.

“How may I help you dear,” She says without turning her back.

“I wanna buy armor. The nicest armor I can get for…. 12 of these little gold coins.” you say, counting out your change on the counter. The smith turns around, eyes wide.

“T-twelve Aureus?!” She stutters. “For 12 Aureus I’ll give you my finest armor and anything else you ask sir.”

The smith fits you in a full suit of roman armor, with a tall horse-hair helmet to cap it off. You admire yourself in the mirror, scrawny, ugly, yes, but also clad in a sick fucking suit of armor.

Behind you in the mirror, you notice 2 female guards approaching you. You draw your eight-foot spear and turn to face them.

“Oy! Good man!” Yells the taller one. “Ya look great in that suit of armor! How would ya like to use it?”

“Use it?” You mumble. The chubby blacksmith girl DID say she would do anything else… do I want to cash in on that or see what these whores want?