The mention of the F-word silenced the knight and he was stuck in a blank stare for what would’ve been an awkward moment had anyone paid any attention. It was a good reminder for him that not everyone played by the rules that he so desperately tried to follow in an attempt to make up for the game-breaking violation of his youth when the others had convinced him to abandon the Board.<br/><br/>It would be so easy to just stop and<i>not</i>follow the rules and do whatever the heck he wanted (and even ‘heck’ was pushing it), to walk out of this prison without proper agreement for his release, to punch the beast-man in the groin, and ride off into the sunset with the girl who most certainly was not his wife. Yet the moment he did it, he’d no longer be a knight, and the thought of that was more difficult than all those things combined.<br/><br/>“Is this woman a prostitute?”<br/><br/>The White Knight snapped out of his introspection and asked the only question that he needed answered in order to resolve his moral dilemma. It seemed silly to talk to the Taurus from his flank, so he circled behind the girl to establish eye contact with the beast. The rainbow-colored hair fluttered or perhaps floated around so close to the knight that some of the soft locks briefly brushed against the sheathless tip of his flaccid penis and baited it into its first signs of excitement.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>