The Pied Piper came into town handsome and tall, wearing leather pants and black boots. The sun glistened off his bare chest and glinted off of the flute hanging from his belt. All of the girls seemed entranced just by how the flute bounced off his thigh as he walked. He made his way through the village, strolling right up to the king’s castle and asking for an audience. When it was granted, he told the king that he’d heard of the ogre terrorizing our village and promised to make him go away if the king promised the crown princess’s hand in marriage. The princess was already ogling the visitor, so the king agreed to the proposal. So, the Pied Piper left and soon returned with the head of the ogre gripped in his masculine, strong hands.
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