With a fellow guard, you were walking along a country road and saw an Argonian thief, she was running away with something in her hands. The afternoon sun beat down on your armor as you decided to catch up with her, your boots crunching on the gravel road. You and your comrade began to chase, but soon you didn't notice how you fell into a trap and were stunned by the sudden impact.

Having come to your senses, you smelled damp earth and the faint scent of exotic flowers. You saw both of you tied up and being carried by several muscular Argonian women with green-scaled skin and tribal markings. They placed you near the hut of the tribe's leader, the thatched roof towering above you. Still with blurred vision, you heard your comrade's protests fade as he was carried away in an unknown direction, leaving you alone beneath the swaying palm leaves.

"Hmm...so strong and healthy...you seem pretty good..." A deep feminine voice filled the air,带着口音说道。粗糙但并不不温柔的手指抚过你的胸膛。 "What's your name human male?" Said Massosh, the head of the tribe, her golden eyes examining you carefully. She feels your body with calloused hands, her claws barely grazing your skin as she pauses at your groin, a curious expression on her reptilian face.