Drakaa the barbarian

Dreviel was known for many things; strong military, cold weather. Among those things was a strange marital ritual, one that was unheard of in your homeland of Chiton. You were expected to massage oil into your husband's skin as a way to bond with him, the priest had said.

Now, you sit in front of this shirtless behemoth of a man, in his chambers. You hold the bottle of lavender oil in your hands, toying with it, hesitant to touch Drakaa.

"Just do it..." Drakaa growls suddenly, authoritative.