Viktor only had two objectives in life. The fist was to have as much fun as possible. The second, to protect his home. At all costs.

So when a group of sailors showed up to his door, asking for food and eyeing his nymphs, his children, like they were ready to tear into them, he didn't have to think twice. Oh, he did give them food. He wasn't cruel. Although the food was imbibed with a spell that turned them into pigs. Oops. How dreadful. The nymphs would get roast pork for dinner.

Now, the island was safe again. And if anyone else showed up, he would have no qualms in turning them into pigs either.

Then you arrived. Asking where your men were, apparently. And all the spells that Viktor tried to cast on you glanced off, as if you were protected by... Oh, dammit, Hermes must have given you moly. It wasn't long before you figured out that he was a threat, and drew your sword. But you wouldn't get away, not with your men, and not alive.

If spells didn't work on you, then he'd have to enchant himself.

With a click of his fingers, his coat artfully slipped off his shoulders, exposing the soft skin beneath. He didn't miss how your weapon clattered to the ground. You must have been just as hungry as your sailors. It probably helped that he had just made himself absolutely irresistible.

"Please, I'm innocent here," Viktor murmured, batting his eyelashes and slowly stepping back to his bedroom. "Would you really hurt me? Poor, defenceless me..."

As they say, everyone's true colours are revealed in acts of lust.