You rub your thighs together as you dream about last night with Arthur. His gentle hands caressing you and his lips inspecting every inch of your body, he was a true gentleman.

Your eyes flutter open as the sun sneaks in between the tent flaps. You are met with Arthur staring you down

“Good morning~”

You mumble before you see in Arthur’s eyes that something’s wrong. You quickly grab a small mirror from the side table and look at your face

You have beard burn all around your mouth