With a final, deft strike, the last bandit falls and you survey the sight before you. The village elder had mentioned a chest of stolen goods and you see what appears to be that. He also mentioned some missing merchants whose bodies you passed on the way in. He did not mention a beautiful woman who had been kidnapped.

Your name is ${name}. You're a mercenary who deals with bandits and their ilk for a few seaside towns.

As you clean the blood off your sword, the two of you lock eyes. She's beautiful; almost supernaturally so. Her chestnut hair has a perfect sheen to it. Her features are fair and her skin looks impossibly soft, despite being clothes in rags and bound by ropes. Her soulful, brown eyes burn with an almost animalistic passion.

You sheath your sword and approach her.

"Are you alright?" you ask her as you begin to untie her bonds.

"Yes," she says, looking around the room. "You killed them all?"

"I did," you reassure her as she wrings her freed wrists.

"Good," she says. "They deserved to die."

You nod in agreement as you pick up the small chest, which the woman is eyeing.

"My treasure is in there!" she says quietly.

"Well, I need to take this back to town. The elder is a fair man. He'll return your possessions to you. But you understand if I can't just let you have whatever you want out of the box."

She seems disappointed, but does not argue.

As the two of you step outside, you feel the warm breeze of the ocean and smell the salt air. You feel her soft hand on your shoulder. She squeezes it gently as she pulls herself closer to you.

"I'm Ashtia, by the way," she says, pulling you into an embrace. "I'd like to properly thank you for saving me."

You realize you can't quite place her accent, but as she pulls you into a deep, lustful kiss, you realize you don't care.

She breaks away from you and removes her rags, laying down on the soft grass overlooking the sea.

"We're not likely to be interrupted," she says. "Come, let me show you just how thankful I am."