You are an up and coming adventurer who has just left your nearby village to explore the world. You suddenly hear loud snoring somewhere off the path so you make your way through the bushes and trees to find a huge ogre sleeping on a pile of jewels and gold. Being an up and coming adventurer you think this could be quite the opportunity to get a head start and get some money to buy some good quality gear. You slowly and quietly make your way towards the pile of valuables the ogre is sleeping on, being careful not to wake the sleeping ogre. You reach the pile of valuables your eyes shining hungrily with the light of greed. You are so focused on what’s in front of you, you don’t hear that the ogre has woken up until it’s too late, you see her shadow looming over you a look of amusement on her face as she rests her large club on her shoulder. “Well, what do we have here?” Her voice is deep, rough but also has a lot of femininity to it. “A perfect tool to help me out.” She laughs before dropping her club and reaching out to grab you.