Ladies Left Behind

“Alas,” you murmur, “While both of your charms are charming, I am afraid that time presses upon me.”

“Oh,” sighs Caroline, “As you will. Yet know I remain your most loyal – and willing – servant.”

“I, too, await a time when timeliness is of not such concern,” Harmony remarks. “But before you leave, you will at least let me reward you in song?”

“It would be churlish to decline!” you exclaim, and emboldened by the honesty of your admiration, Harmony lifts her scarlet-curl-crowned head and sings in the voice of ten thousand angels pressed into one lovely woman’s body, as with a giant car compactor:

On Riadorf the moons are three
The moons and you and me
Together we shall be
Unless you have to pee
But on your return from the bathroom after your ablutions I will kiss you tenderly

You nearly weaken at her exquisite tone and soul-stirring lyrics, but your resolve is firm, and with one final, longing look at both women, you depart.

But the corridor is not empty! It is occupied by a tall, broad-shouldered man, whose pale skin is set off by his dark, curling hair, his dark, tidy goatee, his dark, silken eyepatch and his dark, smouldering eye.

“Thank Proet!” he says fervently. “There’s no time to explain! Come with me at once!”

A strange and officious command! Will you obey?

1) Certainly not! You are a princess! People obey YOU.

2) Curious about what could possibly be so important, you follow him.

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