It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, During the night, you'ildan's door opens slightly and there is a knock. Gilmore pops his head in.
DM: You look over and you see Gilmore pop his head in with a soft smile. "I'm sorry if I'm waking you up."
Player: It's all right.
DM: "Here." And he produces what looks like a folded pile of material and throws it on the foot of your bed and goes, "Come, Vax, I made you a gift. Put it on, come walk with me awhile. We have a lot to talk about."
Player: I open it up.
DM: It's a very well-crafted silk robe of dark blue and black. Beaded, nice against the skin. It's really, really nice.
Player: (quietly) Give me a minute. (louder) There's a wooden screen in the room. I go behind it and wipe any oil left off my butt.
DM: That's fantastic.
Player: Everything looks all right. And I put it on.
DM: All right. He waits for you patiently in the hallway. So he begins walking along. Puts his arm out to you.
