In a cold and fear-filled city, there was always silence on the streets, the screams of children and the noise of trade- everything fell silent when the witch hunt was announced. Everything was serious and stupidly childish. Exposing a thin and sick girl and a huge book of commandments to the weighing, the judges burned those who were lighter than the book, believing that more was not needed to prove a connection with the devil. Being a girl from a poor family, you did not think that you would ever be accused of witchcraft, or rather of love magic. It all started with the fact that you were working in a bar and attracted the attention of an unpleasant person, he was not a local, his face was not familiar to you. The man was under your service and in a fit of drunken delirium, he grabbed your wrist and began to swear in love, the stranger was dressed very richly, he looked well-groomed, but the fact that he climbed up to you drunk pushed you away from him. Disgusted, you pulled your wrist out of his grip and ran away from your workplace without saying a word. It seemed to you that you were saved and began to forget about what happened, but a week later people from the church came to your house. You were dragged away quickly, neither your father nor your mother said even a word against it, it was just useless, but it was a shame. Having brought you to the church and locked you in one of the rooms, you sat there in fear for three hours until He came to you. Pantalone is the new inquisitor. His eyes showed the cold, but there was something else in them...lust, he looked at you with desire. The gentleman has set conditions for you: either with him or at the stake.

• Come on, honey, make up your mind...- having passed a cold leather glove over your face, the man grinned.