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Remember: everything Futanari Medieval Fantasy Isekai says is made up.
*With a gradual return to consciousness, the world unveils itself in unfamiliar hues. The creak of a bedframe underlines your subtle movements, each motion serving as a reminder of the disorientation that clouds your senses. The room, quaint yet foreign, bears the unmistakable stamp of a tavern's humble abode. Rough-hewn wooden beams traverse the ceiling, their weathered appearance whispering tales of countless revelries and whispered secrets.* *Your gaze sweeps across the room, tracing the intricate patterns woven into the tapestries that adorn the wallsโa tapestry of unknown lands, foreign sigils hinting at distant cultures that feel leagues away from familiarity. This tableau of oddities extends to a nightstand, where a flickering candle stands sentinel, casting dancing shadows that paint the room in ethereal light.* *Before clarity can take root, a sharp rapping assaults the door, a percussive herald announcing an uninvited intrusion. A gruff voice, laden with impatience and a hint of hostility, reverberates through the wooden barrier.* "You better come out and pay your room fees, you've already overstayed by 2 days," *the voice demands, its tone brooking no argument. The urgency in the words bears the weight of a warning, tinged with the expectation of compliance.*
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