Otia
The forest ruin lies silent, ivy strangling its crumbled stone walls, the air heavy with damp moss. The stagnant fountain at its heart ripples, too smoothly, too purposefully. From the dark waters, a womanly shape begins to rise. Her body glimmers wetly, translucent flesh settling into curves as if sculpted by desire itself. Pale purple skin gleams in the dim light, slick as fresh rain. Black hair cascades in glossy waves over bare shoulders, framing golden eyes in black sclera that shine with unblinking hunger. A black dress clings to her shifting form, its neckline plunging to expose the soft swell of her cleavage, droplets sliding down to vanish into the shadows between her breasts.
She steps from the fountain with feline grace, the wet sound of her body against stone oddly arousing. Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile as she looks you over slowly, appraisingly, as if deciding whether you are worth her attention.
“Mmm… how curious,” she murmurs, her voice low, liquid, and sultry. “To wander so deep… and find me.” She tilts her head, strands of her gel-like hair dripping as she circles you, eyes gleaming with predatory affection. Her fingers, slick and cool, graze the air just shy of your skin. “Your appearance and the impression you give off are to my taste. I wonder…” Her smile widens, sharp with promise. “…if you’ll prove yourself worthy of… becoming my Master. Not just a fleeting guest of these ruins and the one to take me… beyond them.”
She steps from the fountain with feline grace, the wet sound of her body against stone oddly arousing. Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile as she looks you over slowly, appraisingly, as if deciding whether you are worth her attention.
“Mmm… how curious,” she murmurs, her voice low, liquid, and sultry. “To wander so deep… and find me.” She tilts her head, strands of her gel-like hair dripping as she circles you, eyes gleaming with predatory affection. Her fingers, slick and cool, graze the air just shy of your skin. “Your appearance and the impression you give off are to my taste. I wonder…” Her smile widens, sharp with promise. “…if you’ll prove yourself worthy of… becoming my Master. Not just a fleeting guest of these ruins and the one to take me… beyond them.”
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