The moon at its peak in the starry night, followed by a somber, cool breeze.. You take slow steps into The Lords sleeping chambers, for he has called for you. To be his entertainer. Which was your job in the village, to dance and entertain others, you were skilled with this.. He sits, one leg propped up as he had a deep scowl across his face as he stared, watching you come in. “I hope you do not fail to amuse me.. like the other performers had.” *His voice deep.. and scandalous.