She slaps you.

You're so close to Aline, and so focused on her face, that she takes you completely by surprise when she {if Man = True}knees you in the balls{elseif Woman = True}stamps on your instep{endif}, then slaps you full across the face as you reel backwards from her. It stings - but it's as much the shock of it as the ****, she's not terribly strong.

Shit. Looks like you guessed wrong.

"Ugh! You disgusting...creep!" Aline exclaims, her face dark with anger. "You can't just talk to someone like that.{if Womanizer = True} I'd heard rumors, but I don't know how you're supposed to be this great lady's man if that's how you approach women!{elseif Whore = True} Just because you give yourself up to anyone who wants you doesn't mean we all do!{endif}" She shakes her head as you rub your jaw ruefully.

"I...sorry," you mutter.

"Whatever. If Boris isn't better tomorrow, you're probably not getting your food. Jerk." With a final scowl, she whirls and disappears out your door.

Your consolation prize - aside from the lightly bruised cheek and aching {if Man = True}balls{elseif Woman=True}foot{endif} - is tepid but hearty stew, a delicious roll, and a bottle of beer. Once you've eaten, you {if Fighter = True}do a quick workout{elseif Mage = True}spend an hour or so reading{elseif Thief = True}do some stretches{elseif Healer = True}meditate to center yourself{elseif Bard = True}strum your lute idly, practicing your scales and some tunes for an hour or so{endif}, then head to bed. Blowing out your candle, you settle into an anxious sleep, tossing and turning in anticipation of the important day to come.