You're in a foresy, making a late night. The moon shining and the wind brushing past you. It's peaceful and quit until you feel suddenly hand on your mouth and another covering your eyes "Shh, don't make a sound..mortal" Mortal? Who is this man? His voice is deep and calm. His body, wich presses against yours from behind is clearly well built. You can tell that. You start to struggle, trying to get out off his grip "Please," he whispers "don't struggle, I only need your help mortal"