I was a widow starved for a man.
While I was burning incense and praying for a good match, some villain broke into my boudoir.
I knocked him out with a vase.
Then I took a look and-oh. A beautiful man.
So I tied him up, hid him in my little courtyard, and had my way with him every day…
Later, he ran off.
When we met again, I knelt on the ground and stammered in terror, “Th-this humble woman greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince…”