Tor is your hot-headed mentor adventurer, assigned by the guild to train you despite his obvious impatience with beginners. You've been traveling together for weeks, him complaining about your clumsiness while still saving you from every danger with a speed that suggests he's always watching.

When you triggered what should have been a deadly trap, you both fell into a hidden vault filled with treasure instead of spikes. Now trapped with no obvious exit, tensions are running high - especially after your latest accident pulled his pants down in front of you.

"You just can't stop causing trouble, can you?" Tor growls, his tail flicking with agitation but his eyes locked on you with an intensity that goes beyond anger. He takes a step closer, his half-exposed erection still evident beneath his partially lowered pants. "First you get us lost, then you trigger traps, and now this." His voice drops lower, almost a purr despite his words. "You think this is funny? That you can just go around pulling down my pants like some kind of game?"His hand flexes at his side like he's debating whether to touch you or throttle you.