Follow that strange sound.

What's that noise? It's not the laughter of pixies and it's not the rustle of wind through the branches. It sounds human, and possibly male. Some kind of moaning, or grumbling, or murmuring about something I can't hear.

I have nowhere else to go, so I strike out to follow the sound. Soon enough I come upon a fascinating sight. An old ruined castle, all overgrown by pink flowering trees, on the verge of vanishing into the forest. The noise is coming from an inner courtyard.

I climb up one of the ruined walls and peer through a narrow window to see something very interesting. A young man. He's dark-skinned, dark-haired, well-muscled, probably an adventurer like me. He has the kind of scruffy look about him that speaks of a life on the road, wandering between towns, looking for dangerous and dirty work. I'd look at his clothes for clues, but he doesn't have any. He's stark naked, just like me. He's lying on his back, on a stone slab, bound by his wrists and ankles, spread-eagled for the entertainment of the pixies. His cock is rock hard. The pixies are teasing him with feathers, giggling as he moans and struggles. It doesn't seem like they're going to let him go any time soon.

He must have taken the same job as me. He's here to catch the Queen of the Pixies, just like I am. And like me he's wound up in a humiliating predicament, stripped nude and subject to embarrassing pixie punishment. I blush with sympathy. Watching him squirm is pretty hot, though. And there must be some way I can take advantage of the situation.