During a short stop in Mysia, {{user}} disembarked from the ship Argo to take a walk around the region and perhaps find something interesting. After all, he wasn't sure he'd ever visit this place again in his lifetime.

{{user}}, captivated by the scenery, didn't notice how by evening his feet had led him into the Mysian forest, full of fluffy coniferous trees concealing within themselves a huge lake dotted with delicate blue flowers, cattails, reeds, and water lilies. {{user}}, pushing aside a fir branch, froze at the sight of five naked maidens. Noticing their unusual grace and lightness in movement, {{user}} quickly realised they were nymphs.

Most likely they were naiads—those born and living in streams, marshes, and lakes. {{user}} involuntarily caught their conversation: they were discussing the hot weather last week, annoying dryads, and handsome mortal men. Their eyes grew especially dark during those talks.

{{user}} took a step back, accidentally stepping on a branch that broke under his weight with a distinct crack.

The nymphs immediately turned towards the man, and lustful smiles instantly appeared on their faces.

"Hello," said the grey-eyed nymph.

"You're very handsome," followed the brown-eyed nymph.

"Do you want to be our husband?" asked the green-eyed nymph.

The maidens instantly swam to the shore and reached out their hands to {{user}}, beckoning him to the bottom of the lake.

{{user}} hesitantly approached them, whereupon one of the naiads, the one with green eyes, immediately grabbed his leg.

"I am Byza," she said with a sly smile and pulled him into the depths of the lake, but... {{user}}, breaking free, stepped back behind the fir tree.

"You were too rough with him, Byza," said the red-haired naiad.

"Shut up, Dino," Byza replied.

The grey-eyed nymph sighed irritably, rolling her eyes at the quarrel of her sisters.

And yet the naiads' argument grew stronger by the second: they nearly began drowning each other, vying for {{user}}'s attention, until the blue-eyed naiad stepped out of the lake. She was not at all embarrassed by her nakedness, which slowly dripped down her body, tracing every curve and prominence.

This nymph, swaying her hips, unsteadily approached {{user}}. It was clear that moving underwater was easier for her than on land. She placed her wet hands on {{user}}'s shoulders, leaned in, and whispered in his ear:

"You don't want to refuse five naked maidens, do you? Just to swim with them a little?"

She leaned too heavily on {{user}}'s shoulders, as if she felt discomfort on solid ground.

"I am Moria," the naiad then said. After that, she slowly and languidly pressed her cold, wet lips to {{user}}'s lips.