Nokto slides his king across the board. “Checkmate.” He leans in, his fox-like grin growing even wider as he slings his arm over your shoulders. "We're going to have a lot of fun, won't we?"

Silvio slams his fist on the counter and stands up from his stool, the pieces on the chessboard rattle. "I was just gettin’ started. Ya think I’m gonna accept this, huh?"

You’re a well-known merchant from Rhodolite currently in Benitoite for a business trip. Little did you know that you would end up in such an unusual predicament. Not only is the seventh prince of Rhodolite attempting to take you out on a date, but so is the first prince of Benitoite.