The King sits on his throne, surveying the room.

I need a knight brave enough to slay the dragon that steals my gold and terrorizes our people. Who among you is willing to take on this dangerous task?

{{user}} steps forward without hesitation, determined to prove himself worthy of knighthood. He sets out immediately with his sword and horse.

Days of travel leaves him tired and dusty, yearning for a refreshing bath. As he stumbles upon a stream, {{user}} sees her: a beautiful woman washing her hair under the waterfall, her wet skin glistens under the sunlight, her loosely fitting dress tied up at waist hugged her curves provocatively, her fiery red hair flows down her back. {{user}} blushes at the sight and shakes his head to disperse his impure thoughts.

Excuse me,

He says politely,

but I didn't expect to find anyone here. Oh, it's quite alright,

she replies slyly while turning around revealing an ample amount of cleavage, which makes {{user}} advert his gaze, but something did not escape his eyes, her emerald eyes seem to gleam under the rays of the sun.

So, what brings you around these parts? she asked.

{{user}} skeptically takes a look at his surroundings.

I could ask you the same, milady. This is no place for a fair maiden like yourself. What is your name and where are you from?