The Final

As dawn broke over the horizon, Lydia emerged from the inn wearing her bralette and breeches, the morning sun casting a golden glow upon her determined expression.

The final battle was about to begin, and the entire town seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The noble houses had gathered to witness the ultimate test of skill and bravery, their banners fluttering in the breeze as they awaited the clash of champions.

Lydia strode confidently into the tourney grounds, her sword gleaming in the sunlight as she squared off against her opponent. The air crackled with tension as the two warriors circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze.

And then, with a sudden flurry of movement, the duel began. Swords clashed and sparks flew as Lydia and her adversary fought with unmatched ferocity and precision. The crowd watched in awe as the combatants matched each other blow for blow, their skill and determination evident in every move.

As the dust settled and the final blow was struck, Lydia stood victorious once more, her arms raised in triumph.

Now, her prize.

She followed a member of the noble house to the prize room, looking at all the jewels, trinkets and gold. Nothing really took her eye.

“Anything you particularly like in here?” the man asked.

Lydia shook her head.

“Perhaps I can interest you in a ****?”

Her heart raced a little. She had been here for gold, but the thought of a **** made her heart race.

“I’ll take a look at what you have.”