Literature
When one wakes up at an underground Hot Springs
Vic awoke with pain and grogginess. His head waterlogged, and salt stung any cuts he had on his body. He was alive, but it was certainly painful. He rubbed his head. He felt his t-shirt and swim suit was on, though he lost his sandals on the warm stone. He needed to… remember… He was fishing… and he was… “Ah, you're awake!” Vic glanced over and saw that a pale woman observed him. She lounged in a natural hot spring and drank a glass of wine. They must be in a cave somewhere. She wore would look like a two piece swimsuit that covered her alluring form and while the game was dark it was illuminated by torches that reflected off all sorts of glass and other shiny bits and bobs that decorated around the hot springs like a little garden. The woman smiled Vic he staggered up, “I was beginning to worry you would not.” Vic found his voice, “Did you save me? Where am I?” “I did.” She nodded and finished her wine. “Where are we...” Vic asked as he looked around. It was a cave with hot