The sun was just rising on Oasis but I could already feel the heat of the day as I looked out the broken window of the abandoned building I was squatting in. I was a foreigner in the desert town, having fled my war-ravaged homeland around a year before. I moved from place to place before arriving at Oasis a few months ago. It was quite a developed city for the fourteenth century; it was generally peaceful and all citizens, both men and women, were given equal rights. However, this equality did not pass to foreigners like me. We were seen as disposable, cheap, labor; hardly a step above a slave. Work was fairly easy to find but was always temporary and backbreaking.
I set out that morning and made my way to the city square in hopes for a few hours of paid labor. It was easy to tell who the foreigners were. For the most part, we wore dirty rags and tattered shoes, if we weren't barefoot. Some of the men, including myself, didn't wear shirts to demonstrate whatever musculature we had to potential employers. I had destroyed my shoes working in a mud pit the week before so I was barefoot as well.
As I got to the square, it was already bustling with citizens rushing to work and a handful of nobles lazily meandering around between the different shops and stands. It was always easy to tell who was a noble. They were always dressed exquisitely and never in a rush.
In the crowd, I saw one noblewoman I couldn't take my eyes off. She was the most beautiful person I ever saw; tall, thin, gorgeous. And she was wearing a dress that dipped so low in the front that it exposed almost all of the perfect orbs that were her breasts. I was interrupted from my gazing by a sharp push from behind. I twirled around to see two policewomen standing behind me, their ever-present crops in their hands.
"Like what you're looking at scum?" One of the women asked me, nodding at the noblewoman across the crowd, poking my chest with her crop. Maybe I was staring for too long.
"If I was a noble, I wouldn't take too kindly to a half-naked foreigner eyeing my up and down like a piece of meat," said the other. "Let's see what the good Lady thinks about it." She started to work her way through the crowd towards the woman while the other policewomen kept her crop on my chest menacingly.
My eyes were firmly fixed at the ground at this point, but when I glanced up, I saw the policewomen guiding the noble through the crowd. When they reached me, I didn't say anything.
The Lady looked me up and down, then smiled and turned to the two officers.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Arrest him."
