by Cpt._Funkotron » Thu Jan 25, 2018 3:40 am
Very few people are really paying any attention, but those who are are astonished, even moreso those who know who know the identity of the lady, a category of personage that does not currently include Persidius. This beautiful young woman whispering licentiously in his ear to proposition him, is neither obeyed or refused, but instead told to wait until he's finished with his game, which owing to his unearthly charm in that one moment, she does, drinking the offered wine and watching the game for ten minutes. He then proceeds to win the match handily and then a few others, building up a small heap of silver, before finally calling it quits, cooly piling his winnings into his purse, and strolling casually off arm in arm with the young lady, to have his wicked way with her in the stable, as if he were escorting her to a grand ball.
Neither Scarik or I really knew how to interpret a succeeded chaste in this event card and then a critical flirt roll, so I went with Persi being James Bond.
EDIT: Scarik told me it would not be in character for Persidius to wait until after the coitus to exchange names, so here it is, in media res.
Long after the lacings have been untied and buckles unfastened, and the passionate rutting is underway in the hay, Persidius' sense of chivalry quickly rears its head, and his mouth interrupts his regularly scheduled program to ask her what her name is. It's Cornelia, she tells him. A strange feeling begins weighing down the pit of his stomach, but he can't place it's source, and the other feelings currently at play have a way of making him forget about it. He's Caius Persidius Pacilus, he tells her. She knows who he is, she replies. Afterwards, they straighten their hair and clothes to try and look presentable, Cornelia focuses entirely on herself with the aid of an expensive looking handmirror, leaving Persidius to cope with an somewhat disheveled appearance. They arrange to leave at different times, Persidius first. He runs into Sir Roderick exiting the great hall, with four servants carrying two immensely heavy chests between them. "Consider the matter settled m'boy, I've sold him his horses and armor back, ransomed his men, and for the bargain, pried nine-score pounds (£180) of hard silver from his steely coffers, to split between the three of you. I'll have it under guard until it makes it back to Salisbury." He chuckles, taking a proper look at Persidius. "You look like you've been enjoying yourself, been taking my advice I see. Ah, Lady Cornelia!" he says smiling and bowing as the noblewoman attempts to pass them and enter the hall. She is perfectly made up, unlike Persidius, and there is no innuendo in the Earl's tone when he greets her, seeming to make only common pleasantry. She stops to curtsy in turn, "Good day, Sir Roderick", and then passes into the hall. The strange, uncomfortable, feeling returns. When she's gone, Sir Roderick turns to Persidius and says "Well, the man was bound to get a few things right, wasn't he? Charming girl, just charming."