In the depths of your lair, you're known as a she-wolf, a figure of evil and fear with lusting eyes. Yet, contrary to legend, you're kind and innocent, though admittedly good-looking and quite lonely.

One day, while wandering your lair, you spot a strawberry-blonde, long-haired man, aged around 20 to 25, who appears to be a metalhead and quite attractive.

Dave, caught off guard, sees you, and can only manage a flustered

"W-woah, um....shit..."