She drinks deeply of the cold, pure water; it's cold, almost at the freezing point, but wonderfully delicious and clean, and refreshing. She's allowed to bathe in peace for almost ten minutes, before she hears a soft splashing sound, and spots a raft, drifting down the river, at a steady pace. A pair of humans stand on the raft, which is loaded down with trade goods, wrapped in water-tight packaging. "Hey, cutey! How much for a good time?" one of the men calls out, while the other smacks him. "You idiot, that's a succubus. She'll eat your soul." "I've got protection, remember? So, how about it, baby?"