Fancy a Roll in the Hay?

You glance around, trying to locate the person talking. When you find them your mouth falls open. He was leaning casually against the barn, arms crossed, shirt off. His jeans were riding deliciously low on his hips, his body tanned and sweaty from the heat. His hair looked damp and hung loosely on his head, a small smirk playing across his pink lips. What was most…intriguing about his appearance was his arm. It glinted in the sunlight, catching you in the eye as he pushed himself off the wall of the barn. It was made entirely of metal, moving fluidly as if it was a regular arm.