You're going to lie!

The numbers started up again. Ten cooper turned to ten silver, to fifty silver, to a hundred.

But you had a devious little plan of your own. They had reached five thousand silver and you called out "I'll pay five thousand gold coins!"

You... didn't have nearly that amount. You survived off watered grain soup and berries for the most part, living with your family to make ends meet as many other did in this town and across the land.

Yet none challenged your claim of gold, and the servants eyes went wide. He asked you to wait a moment and informed his master. To which, the old noble would smile and say something. The servant returned. "Good sir! May I have your name?"

"I am Denu Havian." You'd reply simply. You found it was best not to reveal too much information. Don't answer questions that haven't been asked.

"Please, come inside. Lord Parsivan would be most honored to meet with you! He says you can pay once the feast is over." The servant stated.

With a smirk you entered the gates of the manor. When the lord saw you, he rose an eyebrow. "You have quite a claim for someone in such clothing."

"Oh this? I keep things frugal. Not many people have the kind of money that those of your standing have, and I don't want anyone to feel envious of me." You'd lie through your teeth.

"I see. Well, I do wish you'd have brought your finest clothing, but that doesn't much matter. Come in, come in." He would say, beckoning you inside. He walked with you into the main hall where tables were set you would see two sides, separated by a carpet.

On the left, men were sitting with one another, drinking and eating while ladies danced for the men and entertained them. On the right side, you see that it was in reverse. Ladies who had bought their way in had nearly nude men performing for them.

Ladies and Gentlemen from lands both near and far danced before your very eyes, separated by nothing more than a carpet. You felt your chest begin to race, viewing a wider selection of women than you have ever seen before. Elves, orcs, tribals. Some with short hair, some with long. Some with smooth and gentle skin, others more rough. Short haired, long haired. Even a tribal or two whose body had what looked like war paint over their skin at places.

The old noble guided you to a table, letting you sit down and view the whole show. Food and drinks provided for free.

That lie was worth it already!