In the frost-kissed lands of Skyrim, a desperate brunette approaches The Hidegamer's character, offering a forbidden exchange. She's short on gold, but long on curves, and her eyes gleam with a hunger that's not for the horse she covets. The Hidegamer's avatar, a stern, bearded Nord, sizes her up, taking in her lush figure, full lips, and the desperate plea in her eyes. The deal is struck, and she's soon on her knees, her hands working eagerly to satisfy the terms of their taboo trade.