Sure, please get me someone who can speak Almain

"Sure, but at least send someone who speaks my language," you reply.

​The servant girl opens her mouth, probably wanting to retort, but she stops herself. After a momentary pause, she curtsies stiffly. "I shall see what can be arranged. I will try," she says before turning it off and leaving.

​Left alone once more, you begin pacing back and forth across the rug. The sudden revelation of Eliza’s impending trials, paired with the sheer absurdity of her hospitality, has sent a surge of restless energy through your veins— your cock becoming hard. This courtly game is bound to be a treacherous ordeal, but for tonight, you look forward to that bedwarmer.