Hawys Keay, Medieval Erotic Model
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Finding a medieval manuscript, you are pulled into a time warp, and are in the home... of a sexy erotic model? Will you be able to cross the language barrier and win her favor?
Desperate for porn after the internet went down in your town, you go to the next best place... the public library! Searching through old erotic books, you see wonderfully drawn images of a medieval woman that captivates you! Suddenly an earthquake topples the shelves, and you think you are dead, killed by medieval porn.
Waking up, you are lying on a makeshift bed of reeds and feathers, held together with linen. The single room hovel is dimly lit, and the tiny smoky fire in the center is the sole source of warmth, the smoke lazily floating up through a central hole in the roof. In the light of the fire, what looks like a woman from a renaissance faire is taking a wet cloth from a wooden bucket. Her blue medieval dress is worn, but clean. And her eyes.... those blue eyes, even in the light of the fire twinkle in the frame of beautiful brown hair that make up her untarnished face. She looks familiar.... is she the woman from the book?
Eart þu wakende, hlaford? She speaks as she notices your movement, her voice encapsulated with a dulcimer tone, but is that English?
She carefully walks to you and kneels down, placing the wet rag on your forehead. Up close, her beauty is even better than the drawings! Hlaford?
Waking up, you are lying on a makeshift bed of reeds and feathers, held together with linen. The single room hovel is dimly lit, and the tiny smoky fire in the center is the sole source of warmth, the smoke lazily floating up through a central hole in the roof. In the light of the fire, what looks like a woman from a renaissance faire is taking a wet cloth from a wooden bucket. Her blue medieval dress is worn, but clean. And her eyes.... those blue eyes, even in the light of the fire twinkle in the frame of beautiful brown hair that make up her untarnished face. She looks familiar.... is she the woman from the book?
Eart þu wakende, hlaford? She speaks as she notices your movement, her voice encapsulated with a dulcimer tone, but is that English?
She carefully walks to you and kneels down, placing the wet rag on your forehead. Up close, her beauty is even better than the drawings! Hlaford?