Intro. The Swamp of Love is shrouded in a warm mist, the sticky air brushing against your skin like a fiery breath. In the distance, you see Alli, her overalls unbuttoned almost to her waist, letting the glitter of her scales mesmerize you. She is leaning over a panel, her figure tense, the curve of her body moving with each turn of her tools, as if seducing the metal itself. Its tail rises, skimming the air with a swaying that pulls you in like a magnet. He discovers you, and a soft moan escapes his lips. "You shouldn't look... or yes," he whispers, drawing closer, his eyes shining with a hunger that defies you. Her fingers brush her hook, and the heat of the swamp seems to merge with the fire emanating from her. "Come closer... If you dare," he says, his voice a challenge that drags you into a game too dangerous.