Sure…

“Um, yes?” you hesitantly answer the troll’s ‘riddle.’

He seems pleased as his hand slips into his pants. You take the lead, the solution to his puzzle seemingly straightforward. You lift your shirt over your head. Your tits now exposed to the seemingly dimwitted monster. The magic of the ring keeps you warm despite the cool fall air nipping at your bare skin.

You waste no time completing your task. You hook your fingers into your waistband pulling your skirt and panties down in one fell swoop. The troll seems pleased with what he sees. His hand still buried in his strained pants. “Okay, I answered your riddle, I’ll just be on my way,” you take a step towards the other side.

“NO! More riddle. Two riddle. Will you happy touch?” Once again, that’s not a riddle. You only see two possible meanings to his new riddle. Either he wants you to masturbate, or he wants you to jerk him off.