“I use my perception to notice that the nobleman has brought the large cucumber with him, and that he intends to use it exactly as he threatened. The Bartender stands ready to assist him, a sadistic gleam in his eye as he watches.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +2)
The tavern air grows heavy, the scent of stale ale mixing with the iron tang of impending malice.
Timothy
That vegetable. It rests there on the table, thick and heavy, a crude instrument of humiliation. He isn't bluffing.
Young Nobleman
You have a choice, boy. Kneel, or learn exactly how much a nobleman enjoys his garden harvest.
Bartender
I have the grease ready, my lord. Just give the word.
Timothy
The door is too far to reach before the Bartender blocks my path. My muscles ache, and my legs feel like lead, but the window near the hearth is unlatched. If I can cause a distraction with the ale barrel, I might just slip through. But if I fail, Angus will be the least of my concerns.
Young Nobleman
Well? Is your silence a confession of your status, or are you waiting for me to make the decision for you?
+ Scene Quest Added
Escape the tavern
“If I manage to enjoy the pain of having a very large vegetable rammed forcefully into my most intimate place, will the nobleman find this so amusing that he invites in the other patrons to mock my humiliation?”
NO (Likely, rolled 77)
The Young Nobleman remains unimpressed by any display of suffering, his expression hardening into a mask of cold indifference rather than amusement. He shows no inclination to share his cruelty with an audience.
“I gasp in pain but take pleasure in knowing that I have willingly surrendered my freedom in order to allow the powerful young nobleman to do with me as he wishes. I rejoice at serving him.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +2)
Timothy
I bow my head, my breath hitching as I offer a weak, trembling smile. My heart surges with a strange, submissive peace, embracing this sudden role of the devoted servant.
Timothy
This is my penance, and there is a profound, terrifying comfort in finally letting go of the struggle. Angus cannot hurt me if I have already chosen to be broken.
Young Nobleman
The nobleman stares, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion as he lowers his hand. He expects fear, not this hollow, ecstatic devotion.
Bartender
He pauses, his grip on the heavy tavern door loosening as he watches the scene unfold, clearly unsettled by the shift in my demeanor.
The tavern grows deathly silent. The nobleman slowly places the cucumber onto the grease-slicked table, his gaze sharpening with a mixture of suspicion and predatory curiosity.
Young Nobleman
Tell me, boy. Does that smile reach your eyes, or are you just waiting for the perfect moment to bolt?
“I offer to let the bartender bind my wrists and ankles so that I cannot bolt or resist.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +1)
Timothy
I drop to my knees, the grit of the stable floor biting into my skin. I hold my wrists out, presenting them with a calm that feels alien even to me.
Timothy
You want to ensure I do not run. Take the rope. Bind my wrists and my ankles. Make me as still as the stone.
Young Nobleman
A desperate ploy, or genuine surrender? The boy lacks the fire of a fighter, but this calculated obedience is far more unsettling than his previous frantic darting.
Bartender
He steps forward, his boots heavy against the floorboards. He eyes me with a mix of pity and lingering wariness, yet he reaches for the frayed hemp hanging by the stall door.
Bartender
If you truly wish to be a slave to your own promise, boy, I shall oblige. Hold them steady.
The atmosphere shifts from a hunt to a grim ceremony. The bartender’s calloused fingers close around my wrists with the efficiency of a man tethering a stubborn goat, while the nobleman watches, his amusement curdling into a cold, clinical intensity.
“I thrust my hips rhythmically back and forth as the nobleman enters me, doing my very best to heighten his pleasure and bring him to a satisfying and enjoyable climax.”
SUCCESS (Great Diplomacy, rolled +1)
The heavy stable air turns thick and cloying as the final bonds are secured. The nobleman’s cold exterior cracks, replaced by a dark, feverish hunger that blinds him to the subtle geometry of my movements. He finds his release, but it is a surrender of his own composure, a moment of profound vulnerability where his focus shatters against the rhythm I dictate.
Young Nobleman
This creature... he is not a slave. He is a predator weaving a shroud. Why does his touch feel like a tightening snare?
Bartender
He turns away, his face etched with a sudden, sharp disgust at the scene unfolding between us. He spits into the straw and retreats toward the tavern entrance, unable to stomach the display.
Bartender
I have seen many things in this hellhole, but this... this is a dark madness I want no part of.
As the nobleman collapses into the dazed, hollow aftermath of his pleasure, his grip on my shoulder loosens. My wrists are still bound, but the door is now unattended.
Quest Complete
Survive the Young Nobleman's trap
New Gift: Noble Trap Intuition
