“Hmm,” the knight said and stared into the sea of rainbows. The decision had already been made in his mind; cheating was wrong, but rotting in jail for an indeterminate period of time wouldn’t do any good towards his arrival back at home either. The wife… Chelsea, yes, that was her name, would understand. The knight had to make a wrong in order to make a better right. But this woman was a prostitute… it required another ‘hmm’.<br/><br/>“Has she been paid?” the White Knight asked but already realized the conclusion was the same no matter the answer; no matter how hard his penis had become from the gentle touches of her marvelous hair, he would not have sex with a prostitute for the prize of his own freedom. It’d make it seem as if he’d<i>volunteered</i>for the act. It tipped the balance of his moral code off by just a little bit too much.<br/><br/>“I have decided to decline your offer,” the knight finally announced, and added, “Respectfully. If this is the only option, I am rather to remain imprisoned.”<br/><br/>While he observed the beast-man enjoy himself buried deep into her face, a curious afterthought appeared.<br/><br/>“<i>How much</i>has she been paid?” the White Knight corrected his earlier question.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>