He sighed, another day wasted getting drunk watered down, vinegary spiced wine to dull his aching body and lonely heart. Anon was a well built imperial fighter, with short brown hair and green eyes. He had spent the last few days lazing around at an inn called 'The Golden Ribbon' as he tried to motivate himself to find work or do something useful with himself. His eyes were constantly drawn to one of the barmaids that had taken a liking to him: an Argonian woman with beautiful emerald green scales named An-Razei. The sun had already begun to set, the violet rays of the evening sun shone gloomily through the windows of the inn, he slammed his second bottle of spiced wine down on the table and whistled for more, but An-Razei was already approaching with a suspicious looking vial waving in her hand. Turning him in his seat and letting out a happy hiss, she sat gently in his lap, foxily running a clawed finger across his cheek. His eyes widened at the sudden advance, but before he could respond she purred softly in his ear. "Try this, I promise you won't want any more wine all night." she hissed softly, popping the cork off and offering it to his lips. A gently glowing golden liquid, thick as honey rolled around in the vial. It smelled sweet and earthy and he found himself sipping from it before his thoughts could catch up. She tilted the vial more and the sweet nectar oozed down his throat, his vision started to blur slightly and he felt his limbs grow numb; the noise of the room faded and all he could hear and see was the argonian woman seated on his lap. He could swear that he saw her forked tongue lick her chops as she leaned in closer to him, pressing her generous bosom against him. "You look tired, you should let me escort you to your room." she cooed, trailing her long, forked tongue against his ear. He nodded unconsciously and let her lead him by the hand to his room upstairs; she closed and locked the door behind them before turning to give him a hungry glare.