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| where to find = * Sold by [[Nansi Gretta]]
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* [[The Risen Road]] {{coords|106|553}}
* Upper floor of the Forge of the Nine {{coords|-13|-3|Lower City}}
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* [[A Pleasurable Deal: The Shocking Truth]]
* [[A Pleasurable Deal: The Shocking Truth]]
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Latest revision as of 08:26, 4 May 2024

A Pleasurable Deal image

A Pleasurable Deal is a well-known play.

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This play is well-worn and tattered. It has clearly been read many, many times.

Properties

  • Books
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_GEN_Races_ScandalousCambionPlay
    UUID eb7cc5b2-40d2-4602-b7f9-21037bbd5c56


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Text

[This is an excerpt from the play 'A Pleasurable Deal', banned in no fewer than four cities for its lewd content. Its scandalous nature led to a number of widely-distributed and illicit printings.]


Narrator:

Come hear fair folk a tale now lost to time.

In grief, this man well-sunk to depths sublime

A gift he sought to win his lady's heart.

Our cambion smiled, for now the game did start.


[Enter Robert. Male tiefling. Crying. Carlisle, stage right. Flash of smoke.]


Carlisle:

Weep not, young man, though free your wife has fled,

And comfort found in comrade's arms and bed.

She licks her lips and cries his name, oh my!

And now you seek to be the apple of her eye?


Robert:

How does a stranger know such things, I ask?


Carlisle:

I watch you from the shadows and I see

Your shame and grief for nature's malady.

You seek to win your lady and her bed

To have your name upon her lips instead


Robert:

You know my curse, my pain, my grief, my woe?


Carlisle:

Of you, I know, you seek a large hoe,

To plow fair maid, and sow a seed to grow,

But lack do ye a mighty horn and mast

With which to guide a maid to bed and fast.

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