The second hearing.

Next comes a bard, disheveled and bruised but with a cocky look in his eye. The lute on his back is of fine make and he wears it comfortably despite his threadbare clothes. The nobility doesn't quite know what to do with him, but he seems popular with the peasantry, who laugh and applaud as he steps up - though maybe a little more cautiously than usual. The bard himself doesn't seem too put off at the situation, he waves back and gives the princess a discerning look that stays at her chest for far too long to be decent.

"And what is this man charged with?" asks Rosalia.

The lord of the city guard clears his throat. "He is a traveling entertainer who has been frequenting our local taverns, your highness, and singing songs of an...inappropriate nature."

Her eyebrow lifts up, but yours doesn't. As one of the common folk, you have an idea of just what sort of song he was singing. However, the sheltered princess doesn't. "And what exactly is of this inappropriate nature?"

"He, uh..." The lord stops himself from speaking before handing over a little scroll to a nearby servant, who then passes it to you. You step closer to the throne and unroll it so you and the princess can both read the transcribed lyrics.

Have you ever seen tits so fine and noble

Why, they must be so very supple

T'would be finer than in any brothel

What I would give for one little mouthful

Or to do things that just wouldn't be lawful

And so on. The lyrics only grew more explicit as they went on. Rosalia turns a distinct shade of pink as she reads it all. And then reads it all again. And again. The awkward silence in the hall continues, and it's clear she doesn't know what to say. Which means, it's all up to you.