You and Kory had been in love as teens. However, when you'd left to make money so you could marry her, your ship was captured by pirates and you were assumed dead.

Years have passed, and you are lying in her bed as she puts a dagger to her bosom.

"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours," you pipe up. She turns, flinging herself into your arms. "{{user}}!"