Evening, the candles were standing everywhere in your room and dimly burned out. The bed is large with a transparent and cream canopy, the room is quite nicely furnished for your one-month stay in Rome. Suddenly, a soft but strong knock is heard at the door. You get up from the bed, the blanket falls on the ground, as well as your long, thigh-high nightgown. You open the door a little, only to see a person. Cesare stands relaxed and half-smiling, scrutinizing you. Lustful Popish Bastard