Ye Olde Erotika

"Oh, Ser!" the youthful maiden did cry, "Thine polearm good ser!"

Her mirthful screams did echo about the dull city street as her young brother Timothy, squire to Ser Galahad of the round table, collected payment from her present suitor for the hour. The good Knight whom occupied her maidenhood was indeed blessed with a forearm of a jousting rod. Timothy did wish for such a one, yet was destined to lament the thimble which occupied his groin.

With a mighty battlecry, the Knight reached satisfaction as he became the next potential sire to Miriam's next bastard. She dutifully polished his slowly relaxing rod into a state of royal cleanliness, for which the good Knight saw fit to provide an extra coin.

With his departure, Miriam resumed her place beside the alleyway, advertising her companionship with a scandalous amount of ankle and wrist on display. Those passersby which mocked received a response in the form of a cheeky smile, and a touch of elbow to mock. Timothy wondered if ever there might be a way to enhance his pitiable equipment. His lamenting daydreams were interrupted then.