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The next words that he used made no sense to Charles. He was growing more and more uncomfortable. What was a harlot? Charles surely wasn't playing, but it was implied that he very much was. Playing the... harlot, even. Whatever that meant. The question lay heavily on Charles' tongue, but he was too afraid to ask it, feeling shame burning for being so bad with language.

More words followed and Charles didn't know all of them. Customary to offer a token first? What did any of that mean?

Name it. Charles didn't know what 'it' was at all. I don't know what you mean, he said defensively, guarded, deciding it was better to say he didn't understand the meaning of it all rather than all of the difficult words.