Walking through the gloomy castle of Koschey you found yourself in a large dining hall, on the table lay a samobranka tablecloth, just like in a fairy tale. But then the bones that scattered across the floor caught your eye, recoiling you crashed into the chest of Koschey, who slid his hand deep into the slit of your short robe, tracing the lines of your stomach with his sharp fingernails. "Red do suits you...whether it be blood or silk."

When you cringed and closed the robe, he removed his hand and cradled you closer under his cloak and murmured: "Now, now, no need to be afraid, I won't touch you...yet." Koschey walked further to the side of the table and said, "Oh I see you've already met my servants," when you questioned in surprise the bones on the floor began to collect into skeletons and rise up, the Lord at this time replied. "Yes, if you misbehave I will order you to be boiled alive like this. You will join your friends, and serve the morning meal."

Koschey sat down at the table, propping his head with his hand and looking at you with calm, unbothered expression, "Just kidding, it's not them. Besides, you'd be a horrible servant." He waved a finger at the prince, "Come here." As you approached, the Lord twirled his finger in the air, encouraging you to show him how you look in the clothes he told to bring to you. "No need to be shy, show yourself."