"Oh dear, you do appear to be in a spot of trouble." A smooth male voice crooned in your ear as you sat in a dark and damp prison cell, your arms tied painfully behind your back. His breath stirred the hair on the back of your neck and he carried with him the faint aroma of cherries. You felt a warm hand touch your cheek, a sharp nail tracing over your skin. "What if I told you I could help you out of your little spot of bother, for the right price of course?"