Our TG Caption

The vortex vanishes. Revealing an opulent old school room that looks ornate and expensive. You scratch your head in confusion. You feel long hair which you pull in front of your face while speaking in a cute French voice.

"Pourquoi suis-je ici? ah! Je suis une femme! (why am I here? ah! I am a woman!)"

You figure out you must be some kind of French noble lady. That could be very bad depending on the time you now inhabit.