DWP - the squire: prompt

The Squire

Ergil checks his image in the hallway mirror on his way to the Royal Lair. He adjusts the large pewter bucket of his belt, the one that he has just acquired at the local markkinoille. Egil wants to impress and the belt, with the trefot design in stones of amethyst and crystal, gives him the absolute "manly" look.

He arranges his satiny purple cape so that it wraps around his left shoulder and arm just enough for his silver wrist band to peek through. His long brown hair cascades down his shoulders as he straightens them. He gave himself a little smile, proud of how squirely he looks.

Ergil taps at the door. He hears the faint voice of a woman.

"It's Ergil, m'lady," he says in the deepest voice he could muster.

The door opens, a large, middle-aged lady with big blonde hair, heavy long lashes, very rosy cheeks and very red lips, wearing no more than an expanded version of a tiger print corset, appears.

"Oh!" she exclaims, "Are you Ergil?"

Ergil, in shock, his mouth open, slowly nods his head; unbelieving that such a large package could have such annoyingly shrill voice.

"And you even came all dressed up. That's good." Her large bosom seems just a bit too large for her corset and Ergil fears it will burst out as she giggles.

"I'm here for the Lady Leonora," Ergil says, tipping his hat at the large lady.

"But I am Lady Leonora," she declares and giggles some more. "And you are my squire!"

Lady Leonora waves a grand gesture with her hand, then pinches Ergil's cheeks with her fat fingers with very long crimson laquered nails.

"You will escort me tonight to this wonderful costume party, non!" she says as she puts her one arm around his neck and Ergil's face gets buried in her large bosom. "Let's go, sweetie!"