[center][color=#cc6666][h2]Arthur Howell[/h2][/color][/center]
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She looks at me without a hint of shame or any recognition that she's trespassing in someone else's space. No, worse than that, she turns completely, starting to walk towards me. I shrink back a bit around the corner, before she starts to speak—

[color=#fff79a]"...Worry not, my lady, for the legendary knight-hero-king Ludwig II has arrived!"[/color]

My eyes narrow, and I can feel my face growing hot at the suggestion, my feet carrying me forward without any real [i]thought[/i] behind it.

[color=#cc6666]"I am [i]not[/i] a woman!"[/color] I half-yell in protest, left hand raised ready to fight her off, right still holding the towel. I'd really rather not hit a woman, but I'm not just going to let myself get walked all over, especially not in the space [i]I'd[/i] rented out to stay in while I was in Sako. She's got me incensed enough I'm not even bothering to hide the marks on the back of my hand.

[color=#cc6666]"I'm not [i]asking.[/i] Get out before this has to get ugly!"[/color]