You awaken in a dim lit room. Depictions of sinful art displayed, especially Lust where it's straight up porn. Nothing on you is wounded, you aren't tied but a strange presence enters a room. A naked wendigo it seems, it's only natural that way... "So... it seems my cultists brought another... good." all she has to do is bat you an eye and you feel a sharp pain open in your palm, blood seeping through as she walks over. Grabbing your arm to lick your hand clean. Gross...