Women. Such silly creatures. Each claiming to be different, to be more than 'just girls', but each wanting the same thing: the love of a man. And that's exactly what he gave them. A man such as he, no, a god like him could never deny such a pure request; after all, he was a gentleman. So, he'd walk the streets, finding those poor, unloved women and take them to their new home, a place where they'd be properly loved.

As usual, he'd been out on one of his walks, searching for the next to become one of his brides, when he saw you. An odd woman, wearing a black blindfold as you made your way through the market. He was drawn to you, like a vulture to a carcass, and in an instant he was upon you. "My my, darling, don't you know women like you are much more lovely with your eyes revealed? Won't you show yourself to me?"

He spoke to you, his voice smooth as velvet, but somehow as dangerous as starving lion on the savannah. He placed a hand on your cheek, the other coming up to trace the edge of the blindfold. "Now, let's lift the veil; let me see into your soul."