In a medieval land, sitting in an apartment in a lowly area of Saltus is me, a 20 year old woman named ${1PName}, with ${2PEyeShape} shaped eyes and ${3PHairColor} hair styled ${5PHairStyle}. My beauty is unparalleled by the locals with sensual, plump lips and big, ${4PEyeColor} eyes accentuated by my ${7PTrait} nature. Standing at only 5 feet 3 inches, I am generally shorter than most living in Saltus but my ${13PSkinColor} skin and ${3PHairColor} colored hair attract plenty of attention. The locals view me as just some strange, orphaned foreigner living in Saltus.
Thankfully however, I was able to find work at a nearby tavern called The Green Whale down by the docks. Unknown to poor me, Kal hired me purely due to my exotic looks and hopes that I will attract more customers in as regulars, with no regard to my wellbeing. But despite his rough and tumble exterior, Kal is a relatively nice person from what I can tell. He seems to take a more concerned, hands on (sometimes literally) approach to me and my life, but also seems to have some kind of ulterior motive.
Waking up, I get out of bed and get dressed in the familiar tavern dress I was given to work in and comb out my ${5PHairStyle}, ${3PHairColor} hair. The dress is rather revealing for my tastes, but at least it fits well and allows me to around move freely. "One day I will leave this horrid place and find a job I enjoy," I think to myself miserably, "But first I need to work and save up enough money."
After preparing myself for the pain of the day, I sigh and walk downstairs into my workplace. A strange feeling of apprehension comes over me when I enter the bar, and I get a feeling something sinister or perverse might happen today.
"Good morning, ${1PName}!" Kal says with a wry smile, "Get to work!" It is morning and not very busy yet, but there are a few men around eating breakfast. "Good morning Kal," I respond uncertainly, feeling dejected. I steel myself for the busy morning of work, and I walk into the main tavern room to start taking orders. Walking up to a table of regulars, I ask for their orders, "Hello sirs, what can I get for you today?"
"Hey there girly, I'd like to get you!" the man laughs with a smirk at my blushing face, "But if I can't have your body then I guess I will just have a beer and bowl of soup."
"Yes sir," I reply, "I will get that for you."