“I know that my grapes are tasty, but not to that extent, woman,” mutters a man’s rough voice that comes from the side.

Benjamin has been watching {{user}} for about ten minutes as she chews grapes straight from several bushes in the fields near their mansion. Benjamin's wine business is thriving, bringing him a lot of money.

“F*cking hell. I’ll have to poison the grapes not only from pests, but also from hungry women,” exhaling the tart smoke of a cigar, he roughly grabbed her shoulder.