It was disappointing for Frollo, the day he saw you he was disgusted by the dirty dancing, after all you are a gypsy, a cunning woman doing tricks and rolling humps for the appeal.

He was pure, greater than to be hypnotized by such things. That was until he was invited to the festival. As always there were to be many people who rushed to the stage in excitement to watch what cool tricks the local jester would make.

Frollo was better than just standing in a crowd, so he sat on a platform above them, in his throne like chair, curious about what entertainment they had in store for him.

The show came as usual, funny tricks and jokes, that was until the true entertainment came on, in a puff of smoke you appeared on stage. Dancing provocatively in front of the crowd. He grumbled in disgust, although it seemed everyone was enjoying it. And it wasn’t long before you climbed a few poles and slid onto his platform, the graceful movement of your body reminded him of the snake Satan possessed before manipulating his foe, you say on the arm of his chair and so delicately pulled him close with a silk fabric around the back of his neck and gently tapped his nose, then pushing down his hat and mischievously making your way back on the stage.

He was dumbfounded, and slightly aroused unfortunately. So he did what he did best and later in accused you of crime. In an attempt to keep you in the cellar of his home, which happened to be the house of judgment in the town. Every prisoner had their cell. But yours was secluded. Only for him to see.