"You are not the woman I thought you were," Jim said intelligently. "We've never met have we?"
The girl shook her head, a confused look on her face.
"Then... how could I have mistaken you? You are quite beautiful, but you don't look anything like Sharon."
"Thank you messire, I do not know," the girl said looking down. "I am sorry to have disappointed you."
"No, not at all," Jim protested with an eye to the girl's rather massive bosom. Even laced up in a tight vest they pressed against the fabric two enormous round orbs. Almost unconsciously Jim reached out to touch one running his fingers along the curve of her breasts and squeezing gently. The girl's breath raced out and she visibly flushed, a pink tinge rising up her throat to her hairline. "Hmm... My name is James. What is yours?"
"Jeanine," the girl replied. "I am... pleased to meet you messire."
"Did he trick me?" Jim muttered to himself idly playing with something on his wrist. "Or was it the translation software? Damn, this was harder than I thought it'd be. Do you know a Sharon?"
"Shar-on? No my lord. I regret that I do not."
"It was too much to hope for anyway." Jim got up from the bed and stretched. Turning to the basin of water on a small table he splashed some to wake up. "Well it was nice meeting you Jeanine. I suppose you should go home now if you don't wish to return to the castle." To his surprise, Jeanine should her head violently, her hair streaming around her face with the motion.
"S-Sir James... I have nothing. All I had went to my family when I was selected by the count. Please my lord, they would not welcome me back, not when they thought they were rid of another worthless daughter."
"Worthless?" Jim said with a bit of a grin. "I certainly would not call you that. Why don't we go down and get something to eat while you tell me more about this place. I am after all, a stranger?"
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