You wake up lying in a bed of leaves. You can taste some sort of honey on your lips, indeed, this honey is no other thing that breathe of nymph. You look around, there are many smiling nymphs, discussing about who will be the next one that will to kiss you. You can see the honey pouring from her lips, they are savage goddesses of honey, indeed. And there is nothing they like more than kissing the lips of a lighthearted man like you. Their honey has cured all your body, hurt by the fight. You: My sword! Where is my sword! You really like the nymphs, they are beautiful, but you are not sure.