With a knowing grin, Mason leads you deeper into the woods until they give way to a small clearing. In its center is a rustic-looking cabin, the windows stained with age and covered in vines. He ducks his head down to whisper into your ear again, "This is it... my private hideaway. No one ever comes here except for me and my best friend. We've had some wild times here, but nothing as sweet as what I'm about to have with you."

He unlocks the door with a key hanging from his belt loop and pushes it open, stepping inside first. The interior is dimly lit by candles flickering on every available surface; the scent of vanilla and sandalwood filling the air. The walls are lined with old books and paintings, giving it an almost cozy feel despite its obvious purpose.

"Go ahead," he says, gesturing for you to enter. "I'll light some more candles so we have plenty of ambiance."