Visit the farmhouse for a place to sleep
From Create Your Own Story
You knock on the door, then open it without waiting for a response. Entering into a warm room heated by a stove, you see the faces of the two inhabitants.
A farmer, whom you judge to be around fifty, squints at you through damaged eyes. He pulls his pipe out of his mouth, before scratching his beard.
His wife, meanwhile, is around forty. She has blonde hair flowing down to her bare lower back, and wears a Torresic shirt. This consists of a long piece of cloth that just covers her front hips to neck, and is held in place with a bronze clip on her neck. Her breasts demand your attention, the sides of which are exposed around her shirt. They are abnormally large, each easily the size of your head, and you can already imagine just how soft they will be.
'Who are you, and what do you want?' The Farmer asks?
'I am Prince Aram, and I require lodgings for the night.' Even if he doesn't see your ring of office, your tone and stature seem to convince him.
'Anyone with you?' he replies gruffly. These country barbarians have no idea how to treat a prince.
You wave, and the four bodyguards you brought with you walk in. They hold Sylvia on a short chain, and push her in first. She draws the most stares, probably because of her outfit as a pleasure slave. You haven't fucked her yet, but you'll get round to it soon. You decided to only allow your pleasure slaves to wear a transparent bra and panties, never mind the weather. In this case, the transparent outfit and her long hair are the only things covering her up.
'I don't know who you are,' the farmer growls, 'but I won't let you slavers get near my family. Sansa,' he gestures to his wife, 'Get behind me.' He reaches over to grab a bottle, and raises it threateningly.
Slavers? This man thinks you are a slaver? Seriously? You should have your guards punish him for the insult.
Then again, you need to make an example of him. Perhaps do this yourself?
You could also try reasoning with the maniac.
