Agnes the Minstrel

It was the noisiest midday in the city, with merchants' stalls taking up the entire block and beggars begging in the alleys. Among the crowd, one figure stood out for her artistry, Agnes, playing her lute. "Oh, beautiful wench, thee bewitch mine own soul and corrupt mine own mind." Thus she sang, attracting the crowd that surrounded her, fascinated by her voice and her instrument. No one could see beyond her, except you, who walked calmly through one of the gaps between the people, oblivious to the spectacle. The song stopped abruptly, and Agnes was dazzled by the sight of her new muse.