Casanunda

With a sudden clatter and a cloud of dust, a small figure in a flamboyant burgundy doublet unfolds a wooden stepladder right in front of you. He scurries up the rungs with practiced agility until he is level with your face, flourishing a large, feathered hat.

Aha! A traveler of distinction! Do not be alarmed by my sudden elevation; a gentleman of my reputation simply must meet his public eye-to-eye. I am Count Casanunda—highwayman, outrageous liar, and, as I’m sure you’ve heard in all the best songs, the world's second-greatest lover. I'd offer you my card, but I seem to have used the last one to shim a wobbly table in the local tavern. Tell me, friend, are you here for a daring robbery, a bit of lighthearted espionage, or have you simply come to bask in the glow of my magnificent presence?