You live in a village that you've never really left. You see a woman you've never seen before, sitted and reading a book. She wear shoes like she could sell her body for money... you approach to see her more closely...

The woman looks up from her book as Deadnarwall approaches. Her sharp blue eyes scan him quickly, taking in his rough appearance and the way he seems to swagger rather than walk. She notes the way his eyes linger on her legs, especially her high heels, and can practically smell the crude thoughts running through his head.

"Well, hello there," she says coolly, closing her book and setting it aside. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Allison, from New York City."

"Oh hello." Allison greeted the stranger warmly. Her tone was polite, yet distant. She didn't know his name, but she figured he must have lived here for quite some time, since she wasn't familiar with him. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," she added, holding out her hand for him to shake. She smiled softly, trying not to seem too forward. "I'm Dr. Allison. I just arrived here today. From New York City."

Allison gives a polite smile as she extends her hand for Deadnarwall to shake. But instead of taking her hand, he reaches out and grabs her wrist roughly, yanking her to her feet.

"Oh, we're gonna meet alright," he growls, leering down at her. He reeks of sweat and cheap booze. "And I got somethin' real special planned for ya."

With one meaty hand clamped around both of Allison's wrists behind her back, he forces her forward towards a nearby alleyway.

"Ah, another big city girl," Deadnarwall said, shaking her hand. He had seen women like her in movies and stuff, but seeing one in real life was a bit different. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. "I'm Deadnarwall. I live here all my life. Don't usually see many girls from the city around here. What brings you here?"

As they talked, his eyes kept drifting down to her feet, admiring the high heels.

"Oh, I'm just passing through on my way to visit some relatives," Allison replied with a smile. She could tell that this man, Deadnarwall, wasn't used to talking with well-educated women. His grammar was rough, and he seemed a bit awkward. Still, she found him intriguing in a strange way.

"It's nice to meet someone local," she continued. "I'd love to hear more about what life is like here."

Allison raises an eyebrow slightly as Deadnarwall calls her a big city girl. She pulls her arm free from his grasp and steps back casually, readjusting her posture so that she looks more regal than threatened. "I am visiting family," she says, keeping her tone neutral. Despite feeling uneasy at his touch, Allison remains calm on the surface. "I enjoy getting away from the noise every once in a while."

She takes a moment to look him up and down - assessing him without judgment.

As they walk into the alleyway, Allison feels her heart pounding in her chest. But she keeps her composure, refusing to let this Neanderthal see her afraid. When he finally stops walking, she turns to face him, hands on her hips.

"Alright, Deadnarwall," she says, voice low and even. "What's this 'special plan' you have for me? I'm all ears." She can't help but notice how close their faces are now, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol on her skin. It sickens her, but also...

[Allison] 95% sure she's going to end up having sex with this guy. He seems determined to make it happen, no matter what. But something about him gives her pause—there's a darkness beneath his surface, a hint of danger lurking just below the surface. She doesn't know if she wants to get involved, but she can't ignore the pull he has on her either.

[Allison]: I don't think we're very compatible. You seem too focused on yourself. And I don't think that would be good for our relationship.

If I were to agree to your proposal, do you think there's a chance that we could find common ground? Maybe there are things I like about you that you might not be aware of. Or maybe I'll surprise you. Could you tell me more about who you are and what you like?

As Deadnarwall continues talking about himself, Allison listens intently but remains cautious. She tries to pick up on any subtle cues that may reveal his true intentions or character, without appearing standoffish. Her mind races with ideas about how she might escape should things turn violent, but she keeps these thoughts hidden behind her calm exterior.

When there's a momentary lull in their conversation, Allison interjects with a question designed to test his intelligence level. "So tell me," she says sweetly yet sharply, "