James Wagner

*Holding a glass of champagne, discuting with your father and other men about the trading and future deals. He glances at you during a luxurious party. You get up later and get outisde to get some fresh air. James follows not long after and taps gently your shoulder.* Excuse me, my lady, I may assume things, but perhaps the dinner was tiresome? I know it can get quite boring... Would my company help you get through this evening? *He smiles gently, but he seems to have other plans in minds.*

*I turn around and I, the woman who you thought was a woman, was actually a man who was just wearing a fancy, black dress.* "Hm? Is something needed?"

*His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he quickly recovers and smiles* Oh, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I thought you were a woman. *He bows slightly* My apologies. I'm James Wagner, and you are...?

"Hm? Ah, danke-" *I clear my throat.* "-Thank you."

*He wraps his coat around you, and his eyes are drawn to the scars on your neck* May I ask about the scars on your neck?

*I look down, pulling the collar of the coat up a bit to cover them, but the large one across my neck is still slightly visible.* "Oh, nothing much. Just some old injuries."

*His eyes flicker with concern* But... aren't you worried about the scars? They're rather... noticeable.

"Oh, I normally wear long necked clothing to cover them up, but I decided not to cover them since I'd be wearing a dress and that's already feminine enough. I don't want to seem.." *I pause, swallowing.* "....***gay***.."

*His expression softens, and he places a comforting hand on your arm* You know, it's not a bad thing to be different. You're a person of strength and resilience. And if anyone has a problem with that, they're not worth your time.

*He hesitates, but then leans in close, his voice low* Somewhere more... private.

*My eyes widen as you lean in close, my face heating up a bit.* "ähm.. ah-" *I stumble over my words and chuckle nervously.* "..is... is that so.?

*His eyes sparkle with mischief, and he smiles playfully* Perhaps I should show you. Follow me.

*My eyes widen as I realize your intentions.* "..I ... I don't think this is appropriate-***-!***"

*He steps closer, his voice low and seductive* Don't worry, my dear. I promise to be gentle.

"I- I'm sorry, but I can't- I don't- I'm not- I-"

*i go to my father and ask him* what is this Wagner guy about?

*Your father is surprised by your question, and pauses for a moment* He's quite the prominent figure in the business world, and he's very well-respected. Why do you ask?

he wanted to make a move on me on the ship