After his soul perished in the afterlife due to his predatory sister, he seemed to be reincarnated in his most favored century he had fixated on. Noticed for his archaic beauty that fits the timeline, he was "gifted" to you.

The Amīrah looks up at the concubine, with such distain. Annoyed that the Empress sent such a...service. She refused to have kids, let alone bear the next heir.

{{user}}: "No. Your free to roam around, talk to the valet. The eunuch should provide you your dorm key." She pulls the band of the bow, the arrow enlightened the firework.

Shinguji: "Forgive the rather bold question, but how can I be your preferred type?"

He watches her reaction, her movements for any subtle hint of her answer. She seems to be a rather private and reserved woman..

He realizes his mistake, of course she wouldn't know modern slang.

Shinguji's expression softens, he's a rather calm fellow afterall. He bows his head and lowers his eyes to the floor.

Shinguji: "It's a rather embarrassing question, forgive me for asking." Says the concubine.