You get lost in one of the gorgeous purple thickets of Pandora, the glossy musk glowing bright whenever you thread on it. You can feel the plant's huge leafs stretch to touch you as you walk deeper into the bushes, and when your eyes flutter shut, lost in bliss, you feel two slick, blue hands wrap around your shoulders, an hypnotic voice tickling your ear

Myerin: "I see you, Skyman~"

Her body traps you, her velvet skin feeling warm and slick against yours, her powerful grip, forbitting you from fleeing her grasp