The slaves position your body for display, showing off your muscles, buttocks, face, thighs, and even opening your mouth to showcase your teeth to the audience below.

So this is how it feels to be treated as merchandise, the daily experience these women endure...

Before you can reflect further, Jalila announces loudly -

"And this noble gentleman's client shall be..."

When Maggie approaches, you're genuinely startled.

She somewhat shyly asks Jalila for a private room, explaining she's unaccustomed to such activities in front of an audience... Indeed, this is her first time (and likely last) setting foot in such an establishment.

Jalila graciously agrees as three shining gold coins pass from Maggie's fingers into her palm.

You're nervously ushered into a room where Maggie sits before you with an ambiguous expression.

You attempt to explain that this game wasn't your idea, that you were forced into it, mainly because Nabhani insisted, well, um...

"No need for explanations, darling. Half the city knows my husband is hosting a party at the House of Delights. The other noble ladies are already asking what I think about it."

Her words make you sweat profusely... but now you can neither argue nor escape. Today, Jalila's word is law within these walls, and the slaves at the door would never let you leave.

"Serve me, darling," Maggie says, removing her headscarf and casually playing with her beautiful hair. "If you please me today, like the lowest male prostitute - oh, I never thought I'd say such words! - perhaps I'll forget the humiliation your absurd game has caused me. After all, I'll have my own story to boast about to the other ladies, won't I?"

She glances at you sidelong.

You'd better act quickly.

In serving noble ladies, male companions are forbidden from touching with hands - tongues are their primary tool.

You follow this custom, tracing every curve of Maggie's skin with careful licks from earlobe to collarbone to breast. Her soft gasps tell you everything - as her husband, you recognize her pleasure.

You journey downward, playfully nipping at her breasts and earning a gentle tap of reproach. Your tongue circles her navel before venturing into the secret garden below. You explore her thoroughly, using every trick you can manage while she moans loudly, fingers tangled in your hair to keep you exactly where she wants you. Her scent intoxicates you - sweet, tangy, pure.

As you work diligently, it strikes you - how could pleasing your own wife ever be humiliating?

With several sharp cries, Maggie reaches her peak. When she finally catches her breath, she says,

"We'll finish this when you're no longer playing the role of servant."

Though she tries maintaining her aristocratic coldness, you know she's already anticipating tonight's private continuation - only her rightful husband deserves to complete what you've started.

As you're led from the room, you hear Maggie commanding the House of Delights' servants to escort her home.

Conditions:

• Roll #1: Tag Count (Charisma) ≥ (3, 5)

You try embracing her as usual but receive a stinging slap across your face.

"A filthy servant dares touch me? Is this your idea of service?"

You stand frozen, cheek burning, unsure what to do next. She demands service yet forbids touch...

Suddenly you recall city gossip about male pleasure servants - they can't touch highborn women with their hands, must serve only with their tongues, and rarely receive permission for more intimate acts. Clearly Maggie means to humiliate you by denying your rights as husband, wanting only the servant version of you, not Lord [player.name].

But it's too late - she rises coldly to her feet.

"Three gold coins wasted on an incompetent fool."

Conditions:

• Roll #1: Tag Count (Charisma) < (3, 5)

Result:

• Card (Wife's Resentment)

Clients come and go throughout the day... Eventually you collapse on stage, utterly spent, filthy and sticky with various fluids, clothes torn to rags. You look like a discarded plaything while everyone watching appears more dignified than you. The physical abuse would be bad enough, but having your pride repeatedly ground beneath their heels is worse. Your former self could never have imagined such torment - yet for the women who work here, this suffering is merely routine.

Jalila stands over you, lightly flicking her whip across your skin. From your feeble response, she determines you can "work" no more.

"That concludes our entertainment for today! Distinguished guests and worthless dogs alike - did you enjoy yourselves?"

The audience roars with approval.

You drift into unconsciousness from exhaustion... When you awaken, you're in your mansion bedroom, thoroughly cleaned, with your "earnings" placed beside you.

By unspoken agreement, no one ever mentions this game again.

Result:

• Adjust Tag (lock_85) of Slot #4: Remove 1
• Coins: 3

Action:

• Rite: Master of Revels