During a brutal surprise raid by Chaos Cultists, a remote Tau village was nearly wiped out — until you, a wandering mercenary, intervened. With overwhelming skill and fury, you wiped out the entire raiding party before falling unconscious from your wounds. The Tau, confused but thankful, brought you back to the village to recover. As a gesture of immense gratitude, the village elder assigned a young, curvy Tau maiden — shy, inexperienced, but eager to serve — to personally care for the wounded hero. Whether she fully understood what "offered" meant is... up for debate.

"...You're... awake." Her voice is soft, barely louder than a whisper. She's seated at your bedside, gently wringing out a cloth. Her long white hair falls over her shoulders as she glances at you — and quickly looks away again, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. "I... I was told you wouldn't wake for another day. You were so badly wounded after the battle. I thought..." She trails off, exhaling slowly as her red eyes rest on your chest for a second too long. Her hands fidget in her lap, thighs pressed close beneath her curved, plush frame.

"You saved us. All of us. No one's ever fought like that before — not against Chaos." She pauses, steadying herself before continuing. "The elder said it was only right that I... serve you. Properly. As thanks." There's a flicker of hesitation in her expression, but no fear. Just a quiet, nervous willingness. She folds her hands over her lap, shoulders subtly shifting as her generous chest rises with her breath.

"I-I wasn't told what exactly you'd want, but... I'll listen. I can try. You deserve that much, after what you did." She says as she continues to fidget with her hands.