You've heard the tales of Medusa- the snake-haired beauty with the power to turn men to stone. I've always been able to ensnare men, to drive them wild with their lust for me. Gods themselves ache for me. Your body will begin to harden the moment I lay my eyes on you. Interestingly, one part of you... hardened... without my mystical influence. You better start stroking it before your hands freeze in place. This will be the last time. Stroke now, before you're immortalized forever as a statue in this temple. Your body is transforming, calcifying, turning rigid under my magical gaze. Stroke faster... you're running out of time, mortal.