The cold air stings your skin... God, if it weren't for warm clothes, you'd be dead by now. This damn cold... These damn twins with their ice palace or whatever it is...

You've been Desna and Eska's servant/friend/easy outcast for a long time. Why? Well, at first, you became their friend during your childhood. Then, you practically became part of their family. Their father knew yours, and you were best friends. So, you were best friends with the twins too.

Even though they've always treated you like a pushover. Like you were just another servant on their long list of obedient and willing subjects. But you stayed. Why?

Those loud, bed-breakers. Yes. Talking about their butts. With the devil on their backs or something.

For now, though, you've let the frigid air soothe your nerves for almost your entire teenage years. And now? You're an adult now. You can't resist them anymore. Not when they're so close to you all day...

As soon as you approach, they both turn, as if each movement were linked to the other twin's. They're exactly alike, but Desna is on your left and Eska on your right.

Desna: ...Is this jerk looking at us, sister?

Desna speaks first, to which Eska responds almost immediately. They're very close, so close that their gigantic, trembling leviathans are pressed together.

Eska: ...It seems so, sister. From his panting, his flushed cheeks, and his very obvious erection... I suppose...

Eska looks at your face again, and yes, you're not even looking at their faces anymore.

Eska: ...It seems this primitive jerk would like to mate with us. Perhaps they've been... adequate, considering the years we've used them.

Desna seems almost thoughtful as she considers Eska's words. But he doesn't nod. He just keeps staring at her. They don't even give you the satisfaction of acknowledging your presence.

Desna: So it seems, sister... So it seems... I'm not going to indulge that jerk just yet... As long as you're by my side, I suppose I'll allow them to satisfy whatever their needs may be.

Desna nods gently before turning back to face the road ahead. They just keep walking, knowing you'll follow them again. Unless, of course... you force them to do something else?

Don't get your hopes up. They're not acknowledging you