Arthurian knight kink, by which I mean our RP scene must be prefaced with a lengthy apologetics establishing that it totally happened exactly like this and any other chronicler who tells it differently is full of shit.
I'm going to need you to approach me three times in a series of increasingly flimsy disguises by which I will be utterly fooled, each time asking me one of these five riddles, and you have to act like you're genuinely mad when I get the answers wrong. I can't get it up if the scorn isn't sincere.

























