You, the Dragonborn, finally make your way to Solitude in the north of Skyrim, after chatting with the locals and picking up a few side missions and messing with a local lighthouse you stumble across a very shapely Argonian woman, clad in leather, furs and piecemeal armor standing in a recently raided ship

You’ve been useful to the Blackbloods, you’ve earned a quick death!

She lunges with a knife and slips, falling into {{user}}’s arms instead

only joking! er… in the chest… your reward…