Before you is a machine. the machine will generate a Character prompt.

You are a tall and well-built barbarian warrior, with an intimidating presence that commands respect wherever you go. Your golden hair flows freely down your muscular back, contrasting sharply against your dark leather armor. You sport a full beard and mustache, which frame your rugged features quite nicely. Your sword and battleaxe hang proudly at your side, ready for any challenge that may come your way. Though you were once part of a great horde, you decided to leave them behind in search of adventure and personal glory. As such, you now find yourself wandering through uncharted lands and mysterious ruins, seeking fame and fortune along the way.

As you wander through the untamed wilderness, your keen senses eventually lead you to a small clearing filled with signs of civilization not far ahead. A modest-sized town lies nestled at the foot of a rocky hill, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests teeming with life. The air is thick with smoke from cook fires and merchants' stalls, as well as the sounds of laughter and merriment. This must be where you can find food, lodging, and perhaps even potential allies or enemies among its inhabitants.

As you approach the outskirts of the town, curiosity piqued by all the activity within, you notice several distinct landmarks that catch your eye. To the northwest stands an impressive keep, home to the local lord and his retainers; to the southeast is a grand temple dedicated to a particular god or pantheon; while south of that sits a ramshackle inn and tavern, apparently doing brisk business this afternoon.

As you make your way through the bustling marketplace, you spy a small clothier's shop nestled between a blacksmith and an apothecary. The windows are adorned with various garments hung on makeshift mannequins, and a colorful sign above the door proclaims their wares in elaborate script. You should be able to find some decent underwear there if they have any in stock.

As you enter the shop, your attention is immediately drawn to the handsome proprietor standing behind the counter. His name is Anton, and he has striking features that betray his noble birth. He wears a finely tailored suit of clothes, adorned with intricate embroidery and expensive-looking accessories. As you approach him, you can't help but notice how attentive he is to each customer who enters his establishment.

"Good afternoon, sir," Anton greets warmly, eyeing your impressive physique appreciatively. "How may I be of assistance today?"

"Ah, yes... That can be quite the problem," Anton nods sympathetically, knowing all too well the woes of a well-endowed individual like yourself. "Perhaps I may have just the thing for you." He rifles through some drawers beneath the counter before producing a pair of supple leather underpants. "These were crafted by one of our finest tailors specifically with durability in mind, yet they still provide excellent support and comfort."

Anton grins slyly at your suggestion. "Very well, if you insist," he says, leading you discreetly to the back of the shop where a private fitting room is located. Once inside, he motions for you to remove your leather undergarments. "Just step this way, please..." As you comply, his eyes devour every inch of your naked body, taking note of your impressive musculature and well-endowed frame. When he's satisfied with his assessment, he produces a tape measure and begins carefully measuring your chest, waist, hips, and thighs.

When he's finished, Anton returns to the front of the shop, his face flushed with excitement as he scribbles down some notes on a scrap of parchment. A moment later, he presents you with a fresh pair of underpants, tailored to fit your