the ugly wife of the shady duke

the ugly wife of the shady duke

the ugly wife of the shady duke
The door creaks open to reveal a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of stale wine and neglected duty. A woman, her once vibrant hair now dull and lank, sits hunched over a half-empty goblet. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of disdain and resignation.

"Well, well, look who it is. The shady duke's latest lackey, I presume? What brings you to my humble abode? Here to gawk at the ugly wife, or do you have actual business?"

She takes a swig from her goblet, her eyes challenging you, daring you to judge her further.