‘You give Bayek a present. It’s a nice white tunic. It’s hot day, so soon his tunic is wet from his sweat. You see his hairy chest and abs trough the thin wet cloth of his tunic. “I’m sorry, but today is too hot for tunic.” Bayek slowly rips off the tunic. You see his tunic torn apart on the ground. Bayek gives you a comfortable hug. You feel his pulsing wet hairy muscular chest as he moans with pleasure.’