Passion of the Tryst

The unclothed man you see was actually doing some serious RP-ing in the game. As in, role-playing the role of Mr. Honey-Tongued. He was using strange Victorian vocab and speaking style and putting the charm on the white dressed lady you see, who was obviously so amused she just had to play along. When she finally shook him off he too departed with a resounding, "Good bye, my sweet love."

Me plays the violin sadly.

BTW appearantly "tryst" is pronounced "trist", although it was a result for a rhyme of Christ. The internet fails me!