Your Seneschal enters

You were still waking up and stretching when your house guards left. After a few minutes of finding a pair of slippers by your bed and lurching over toward a large wardrobe you assumed was your closet. Picking out a large, white, clean smelling, sheet hanging on a hook, you do your best to wrap it about yourself in something vaguely resembling a tunic. It ends up looking like a fucked up robe. You've kinda got it looking sorta like you know what you're doing just as a short series of short knocks sounding on your door. Without any answer from you, a stately looking woman sweeps into your chambers wearing a floor-length green tunic.

She's slim and severe. An icy blonde woman who looked like she's spent her whole life looking down her nose at anybody lower than her. Right now she takes in your haphazard appearance with little more than a raised eyebrow and a bare audible sniff. "My liege Davidicus, your tunic style is..."she pauses for a moment to choose a diplomatic descriptor. "unique today. Do you require some assistance attiring yourself?" Even her voice is haughty for fuck's sake. After a blank look from you for a long moment, she raises both her slender hands ready to clap. "I'll call some waiting ladies."

While you feel horny enough that any type of 'ladies' sounds good about now, you still haven't regained full consciousness. You hold out a hand and she pauses. "That won't be necessary at the moment." You say. She hesitates for moment, then lowers her hands to clasp them in front of her while regarding you silently. You give it a few more moments before venturing a question. "Who are you?"

Her head tilts for a moment like she thinks you're all not there before answering. "I am Aurelia Oculus. Your seneschal and steward of the estate." Another awkward few seconds. "Are you feeling well sire?"

Steward? You don't think there are a whole lot of planes around this place. But what the fuck do you know. "Nevermind. Why are you here?"

She lets the moment pass and moves on without comment. "It is early sire, and you already have several debtors and potential borrowers waiting in the grand hall. Many have traveled for at least a day and most have been waiting before sunrise." She moves to open the door and gestures with an elegant hand down the hall. "Shall we be off?"

You shrug. Might As well.

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And this is how you found yourself sitting in a really comfy throne on a raised platform in a gymnasium-sized room. In front of you is a line of about fifty poor-looking people all with varying expressions of anxious, grim and stoic. What perks you (and your cock) up the most is that over half the group is female, and even the least attractive one is hotter than the women you saw day-to-day in your previous life.

Aurelia is standing to your left, looking as much a frigid bitch as when you first met her. You inwardly chuckle to yourself. You only met her about ten minutes ago. That's why it's funny. You're a very easily amused moron. At your right a waist-high pillar sits with a platter of food, pitcher and goblet resting on it. Just behind the pillar out of your peripheral vision are a pair of black girls wearing tunics that are more like mini-dresses draped over one shoulder and just long enough to cover their asses. Their shiny, dark curls are piled on top of their head in an elegant style not unlike you'd see on models in magazines. You think they may be servants.

Aurelia begins the proceedings by shouting so clear and loud her voice echoes off the painted stone walls, "We greet thee, hopefuls and owing all on this glorious day in the prosperous land and splenderous house of Davidicus the Generous and Benevolent. The Wise and the Blessed! May his sacred grace fulfill us all!"

The gathered peasants give some group response before the first set of people approach the foot of the steps leading to your chair. It seems to be a standard family. Husband, wife and daughter. The husband looks well fed and even pudgy. His balding scalp clear above the thick ring of hair around his head. The wife is a full figured and lushly voluptuous redhead. The daughter really catches your eye. She's a willowy blonde, with wide eyes that shine with a hint of fear and her long tunic is somewhat ratty, but hugs her supple curves teasingly.

The husband steps forward to present himself and his family. "I am Opticus Nazus, my liege. It has been two seasons since your generosity lifted my family from the meager cottage we resided in and saved us all from harsh slavery to pay off our debts." He bows deeply towards you. His wife follows in sync and your dick makes a happy little tent in your toga-robe to see her cleavage almost spill out of the low cloth holding her tits in. Their daughter looks only more afraid before a sudden movement from her mother's foot collides with her leg and she copies her parents' bow. Her tunic is just as big as her mother's but she has less to hold in. You aren't complaining though as this means the front of her tunic falls open enough that you see her pert and modest breasts hang with natural cleavage like ripe fruit.

The windbag continues. "Alas, my liege, in those two seasons, I have not made enough to truly reward your endless generosity without selling all I now own and possibly return my family to the detestable slums of our wretched past. I can only hope my wife and daughter can throw themselves on your tender mercy enough to earn your generosity once more and grant us some more time." At a sign from him, the busty redhead and slim blonde ascend on the lowest step and look at you deliberately. The wife doesn't avert her gaze and licks her lips slowly and even gives her tongue a little wag. The blonde girl is visibly shaking and looks almost on the verge of tears.

You may be a moron, but you have a fairly sure idea what he means.