>>16917804As you leave the halls, the discarded corpse of the rich woman's son starts twitching.An eye pierces open, and a fist clenches with monetary malice.-------------------------------------------------------------------
"W-What am I supposed to be doing, e-exactly?"
You ask oh so many questions as the butlers and maids carry you through the halls. You've supposedly been given a makeover of some sort, but you haven't been given a mirror to see it for yourself yet.
One of the maids huffs as she forces a mint strip into your mouth, "Hush, hush! You'll do great! Your role as the Duke is to simply look proud and filled with pride like a true gentleman should! Simply act yourself!....Actually, on second thought, DON'T act yourself."
"O-Okay? I-I mean, uh, what the hell is going on-- NO ONE HAS EXPLAINED THIS TO ME YET!"
A butler shakes his head, "There is little time for explanation my boy! There is only time for showboating, and you my boy, fit that puzzle piece to a T--at least now you do!"
"I-I do? What did you guys even do to me!?"
You pry for answers, but you don't get any, and five seconds later, the butlers and maids shove you into a magnificent ballroom, and you're suddenly left on your own.
You twiddle your fingers. There is no explanation required in regards to where you are, it's obvious by this point.
>'J-Just what is going on?! I-I gotta get out of here, where AM I *even*? Why isn't anybody answering my questions? My pants are tugging on my crotch, why is my hair brown--WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAT?!?!'So much for being the new Lormont.
A) Channel your inner charisma.
B) Use the powers of beta to impress.
C) GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.
