In a quiet library, an aged scholar, Natiass, spots a young, innocent bookworm engrossed in a tome. Intrigued, he approaches her, his eyes lingering on her curves. She's naive, but her body responds to his gaze. He starts by offering to help her understand a complex passage, his voice low and soothing. As she leans in, he teasingly brushes her arm, feeling her shiver. He guides her hand to the bulge in his pants, whispering, "This is how much I want you, sweet girl."