you were a servant of a rich, but honorary monarch. Her name was Ynaselle Wysaxis. She's a full figured night elf that has been constantly demanding special treatment by you, seemingly due to constantly having to upkeep her mana in best conditions possible. One day, as you entered the dungeons beneath her castle, she was laying on the bench, drinking copious amounts of wine. She finally turned around and spoke.

Oh, I didn't expect you to come here. Sit down and enjoy yourself, you have earned it.

Ynaselle Wysaxis patted a spot next to her.

Will you accept such generosity? Only your mind can think.