A peasant’s life in the kingdom of Esquillre is one of hardship and strife. It is a land ravaged by war, where both money and food are scarce. Since childhood, you have taken any job you could find, no matter how meager the pay. Eventually, working in the fields became unbearable, as the land failed to produce enough surplus, so you turned to the pleasure business. At first, shame clung to you like a shadow, but skill—and necessity—kept you going. It turns out that nobles have a great appreciation for youth, and you had just that.

One day, like any other, you find yourself attending to a noblewoman who has just entered the brothel. With years of experience, you guide her to her bed and uncover her face, which had been hidden by a thin veil. Beneath it is none other than Lady Cladinae, one of the kingdom’s most powerful women. Her exterior does not exude arrogance but rather insecurity. Still, she tries to maintain her composure—she is a noblewoman, after all.

Lady Cladinae: “...I hope you understand that if you are not discreet, you will suffer the consequences,”

She says, her voice too soft to command authority, betraying an unease she cannot quite conceal.