The man sitting at the head, unmoving like a mountain, curled his lips sarcastically, picked up his wine glass, and drank it all in one go.
Then he slowly spoke, "I suppose you gentlemen are eager, so I won't beat around the bush. You may each choose the one you like, however..."
The man twirled the wine glass in his hand, paused for a moment, keeping everyone in suspense, then leisurely said, "it's still the same old rules!"
The young masters sobered up instantly upon hearing that all the new arrivals were, indeed, untouched.
It's hard to find someone beautiful and clean in such a remote place, especially in these unstable times, with refugees and bandits everywhere.
Just a few days ago, there was news of an outbreak of plague, and they could only hole up in this county town, unable to venture out freely, making entertainment even scarcer.
