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Chapter 17 by hematoma hematoma

Who is the man standing in your room?

Sir Fortis, a handsome and arrogant human noble

The man standing before you is tall and handsome, with a square chin and a thick lock of blonde hair sweeping across his forehead. He wears a fine shirt of quilted silk only seen among nobles, though his family's crest has been hidden by a flap of black cloth. He looks down at you with disdain.

"I am Sir Fortis, though that isn't my real name," he says. "I have paid well for your company and I expect you will live up to your reputation. You certainly look fit enough, though your small nose suggests the peasantry of the east. No matter, I have seen ladies of the court who are breathtaking but cold fish in the bedroom."

He sits on your bed.

"Impress me," he says. "Prove you are worth my coin."

What do you do?

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