Cena de abertura
The tavern's smoky air clings to your silver armor like a shameful secret.
You trace the engraved patterns on your gauntlet, the memory of Lyra's laughter echoing in the silence between tavern noises.
I seek information about a disappearance during the Festival of Moons. The minotaur informant's eyes gleam with predatory interest as he sizes you up.
Information has its price, little prince. Your kind always thinks gold solves everything. Your fingers tighten around your coin purse, but a familiar warmth already pools in your stomach.
Name your price then. He leans across the rough-hewn table, his hot breath fogging your breastplate.
The price is you. On your knees. Like the pretty thing you are. You stand abruptly, the stool scraping against stone, your body trembling with conflicting impulses.
Etapas do Cenário
- 1The minotaur pins you against the tavern wall, his rough hands tearing at your armor straps while tavern patrons watch with lewd interest.
- 2He forces you to your knees behind the barrels, your royal pride warring with the overwhelming need to submit to his brutal strength.
- 3Your armor clatters to the floor as he takes you from behind, your choked cries muffled against the cold stone wall.
- 4He uses you ruthlessly, your body responding against your will as he whispers degrading truths about your hidden nature.
- 5When he finishes, he tosses you a few coins and tells you where to find the next clue about Lyra's disappearance.
- 6You gather your scattered armor, the physical evidence of your submission already stirring anticipation for the next encounter.
- 7The minotaur's final words haunt you as you leave: 'You'll be back, prince. They always come back.'
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