ManInTheLoft
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- Apr 25, 2018
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It was a dark and stormy night...
(Really? Is that really how we're going to start this? Oh, and I'm sure there was lightning and thunder, too, wasn't there?)
Do you mind, I'm telling a story here!
Anyway...
As the lightning flashes across the sky and the thunder booms over the valley, a dark coach pulled by four elegant black horses pulls up to an Inn. The Escorts hurry their charge inside, calling for food, drink, and the best room in the house. She is taken immediately to her quarters; the inn keeper and few guests see only a figure -- presumably a woman of Nobility or Royalty -- completely hidden in a full cloak.
The following day, a pair of King's Guardsmen arrive for an afternoon ale, only to find everyone in the building slaughtered, bloodied and sliced by the blades of unknown assailants.
Moving about the tavern, and up the stairs toward the inn's room, they find the equally dead bodies of armed men, soldiers but not of the King's Guard.
Inside the relatively elegant room at the end of the hall, they find a young woman, a teenager of obviously upper class status. Her once beautiful body now lays dead upon the bed, a look of horror in her face as her still open eyes gaze toward the heavens as if searching for answers to why she has been so brutalized.
The front of her gown is ripped open about her bosom, though her clothes are otherwise seemingly untouched and in place. A dark bruise fills the cleavage between her young, firm breasts, as if she'd been struck their by a monstrously large fist.
The scene is a mystery...
And it will remain a mystery forever, as no one comes forward to identify who the young woman is...
But ... sometimes forever isn't forever.
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Time passes, and one day you stop at the inn.
You need shelter from yet another raging storm.
The new inn keeper offers you a room:
- If you pay him five coppers (coins). (Sorry: you only have 2.)
- If you work as a waitress all night, serving the noisy, boisterous patrons, all of whom are men and will likely be grabbing at your ass as you pass by ... and give him half of your tips.
- If you go into the back room for something a bit more personal in nature.