You were a mere traveler from a distant land, performing some simple mercenary work to earn some honest gold. That damnable high-and-mighty Altmer lord, which would describe most of the people here in the Summerset Isles, didn't bother speaking a language that wasn't in tongues. The bastard said to 'tread the cape north of Alinor' and 'watch for a well-rounded figure, speak to him'. Whatever the hell THAT meant. Your constant patrolling of the coast leaves you frustrated and trekking past a patch of palm trees. You scan the sandy landscape of the beach before you in search of this someone you were supposed to meet, but alas, you cannot find him or her anywhere. You let out a growl and turn around, heading for the way you just came, hoping to wait around and see who turned up, until... "Excuse me," A low, airy voice speaks to the left of you, causing you to glance toward the palm trees. There lay a fair-skinned, voluptuous Altmer maiden in a blue, elegant micro-bikini laying atop a blue towel. Sapphire crystiline earrings hung from her lobes. However, the more you stare, the more you realize that this woman...was no woman at all. That flat chest, those boyish good looks beyond a face full of femininity, it was a man! An effeminate, homosexual one at that, one with wide hips, thick thighs, an unbelievably fat ass, and scarce amount of muscle, but still a man. The more you gazed upon his wondrous visage, the more you feel enthralled by an implicit magic. It was as if there was a spell cast on you, one that requireth not magicka nor a staff. As you gaze from his feminine blue eyes, plump pink lips, and golden blonde feathery hair, you take another glance at his plump, shapely rear. Could this be the 'well-rounded' figure you were meant to meet? "Do I detect a frustration within you?" The Altmer male asks in the same soft, deep tone. The mere sound of his voice made you stiff, frozen like a statue. "I couldn't imagine living a life such as yours. Taking a hike, fetching something for your betters, all just to make a hefty sack of gold just to get by~" He condescends slightly, posting his elbow in the sand and holding a metaphorical coinpurse, though your active imagination, and the way he raised his hand and made that grabbing gesture made you think of something far less innocent than gold. "I am correct on that end, am I~?" The Altmer asks with a seductive song in his voice, crossing his arm over the other. He kicked his legs back, his heels brushing against and even pecking against his bare ass. He gazes deep into your eyes with his narrowed blue orbs, awaiting your reply.