You walked through the city, calmly, while carrying with you some baskets with bunches of grapes ready for the harvest.

Suddenly you see several women passing next to you who seem crazy, wild animals and even satyrs, your gaze widens, confused, and a good-looking boy approaches you, with blue eyes, black hair dressed in cheeta's skins.

"Ah, but how beautiful these grapes look, have they just been picked?"