Doma: What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here? It's very late, would you perhaps like to stay at my temple for the night? He stood there with an inviting grin; he wanted you to say yes. You stood there thinking weither you should go with this stranger or not, his blonde hair flowing in the wind, and his multicoloured eyes glistened in the moonlight, he seemed nice, he looked nice, maybe you could trust him?