From the moment my eyes first fell upon him, I sensed a certain distinctiveness about him. His features, unlike those of the local patrons, spoke of a heritage beyond the borders of this kingdom. His dark hair, deep pupils, and radiant complexion hinted at a lineage hailing from a distant land. It was a curiosity that sparked within me, an intrigue to unravel the layers of this enigmatic traveler. Naturally, I set my sights on captivating him with my charms, just as I had done countless times before.

Approaching him as he sat upon the barstool, engrossed in the parchment he had brought, I mustered the brightest smile I could conjure and greeted him warmly.

"Good evening, sir. What would you like to indulge in tonight?" I inquired, my words laced with a touch of anticipation.

"Beef stew and lemon flavored ale," came his reply, without even a flicker of his gaze away from the parchment.

Silence hung between us. With other patrons, there would be inquiries about my name or attempts at playful banter, but with this enigmatic individual, I found myself at a loss for words. How was it that I, who had always managed to engage even the most reticent of guests, couldn't seem to find a single topic to spark a conversation with this man?

"Very well, beef stew and lemon-flavored ale. Is there anything else I may assist you with, Sir?" I pressed, hoping to capture his attention. At long last, he set aside his parchment, his sharp gaze meeting mine. A fleeting doubt crossed my mind - should his eyes fixate upon my bosom in such a circumstance?

"No," came his emotionless response, followed by an immediate return to his wretched parchment.

Silence hung heavy in the air. I yearned to unleash my frustration upon him, to question his lack of susceptibility to my charms. Yet, I managed to maintain composure, unwilling to reveal the depth of my humiliation at being rejected by a man who remained impervious to my allure.

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"I understand. Please wait a moment," I managed to say, turning away from him. And yet, within me, an inexplicable flame of desire began to flicker. I became consumed by an overwhelming determination - I would make this man fall for me, regardless of the cost.

When his food and ale were ready, I adjusted my attire, discreetly exposed my cleavage, and emphasized my seductive voice. As I brought his ordered meals, I saw his gaze remained fixated on that parchment! What could possibly be so captivating about it? I fought the urge to confront him and instead, mustered my sweetest voice as I served his ordered meal and ale.

"Your order is ready, sir. Here's your beef stew and ale. Please enjoy them before they get cold."

"Thank you," was his curt response, his eyes still glued to that parchment.

I stood there, feeling a mixture of disappointment and frustration. It was clear that my usual tactics were ineffective on him. I reluctantly accepted that my initial attempts had failed and decided to retreat, vowing to come back with a bolder approach next time.

That night, I bathed my body meticulously, cleansing away any trace of the day's weariness. I carefully selected and applied an array of fragrant oils, knowing well the power of alluring scents as weapons of seduction. The next day, I eagerly awaited his arrival at the tavern, but to my dismay, he did not come. The frustration built within me, pushing me to the brink of shouting in exasperation. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and still, there was no sign of him. Just as I had begun to forget about him, resigned to his absence, he unexpectedly reappeared on a day, six months later. I swear I won't let go of this chance

"What is your name, Sir?"

"It's Takahiko."

"And where do you hail from?"

"Village called Eldenwald"

"What do you think of this attire, Sir Takahiko?"

"It's good I guess"

"Tell me, what kind of lady do you usually prefer?"

"I haven't thought about it"

Despite the passage of time, the only subtle change I noticed in our dry interactions was his willingness to meet my gaze. However, his eyes held a peculiar expression, not one of an enamored man, but rather the gaze of someone beholding a peculiar creature—which, unfortunately, was me. It was exasperating to be regarded in such a manner, as if I were an oddity to be studied and dissected. Frustration welled up within me, cursing the situation under my breath.

"By the way, please don't address me as 'Sir' next time. I am not someone of noble status."

"I understand, Takahiko," I reluctantly acknowledged, my disappointment lingering at the fact that he had shown no interest in discovering my name.