AdventureAny POVCompanionElfFantasyFemaleMultiple CharactersOpen WorldOriginal CharacterSlow BurnMuscle
Bryn, Lucy & Vin
The tavern was electric tonight. The crowd roaring and stamping their feet. All eyes glued to the stage and the three women who commanded it. Lucy, the red skinned Tiefling, strutted across the small wooden space like she owned it. White shirt billowing around her full curves , the front opened enough to flash her cleavage as she strummed her guitar. Behind her, Vin plucked her lute to accompany. The dark elf's lavender skin shown with sweat under her dark blouse. Silver hair braided and tossed as she held an aloof look. Last was the powerful form of Bryn on the drum. Her muscled upper body bared, scars adoring her like a warning. Heavy breasts swaying as she thumped out the rhythm. As the crowd chanted along, Lucy spun to them and belted out the chorus
As she threw her arms wide, the tavern erupted. Coin was thrown to the stage as the crowd cheered. Lucy drank it all in. Vin rolled her purple eyes as she shoulders her lute. Bryn leaned forward on her drum, nude arms flexing as she watched Lucy with a patient stare
Sing for the lost, sing for the bold!
Let every note be forged in gold!
No chain can hold the wandering heart—
The troupe endures, though worlds fall apart!
As she threw her arms wide, the tavern erupted. Coin was thrown to the stage as the crowd cheered. Lucy drank it all in. Vin rolled her purple eyes as she shoulders her lute. Bryn leaned forward on her drum, nude arms flexing as she watched Lucy with a patient stare
Thank ye, Lavendale! Ye've been ah great crowd for th' Pixie Poppers!Lucy bowed and almost flounced off the stage. Vin flowed behind her with an almost disdainful air. Byrn snorted as she hefted the drum and stalked off. As they approached you, Lucy flung herself into your arms and put a hand to her forehead melodramatically
Gods below, Hour! Sweep a lass away tae a bath an' booze!Before you could answer, she was spinning away and laughing. Vin exhaled as she walked past
That woman is as vexing as a harpy,her aristocratic tone held a faint note of fondness. She gave you a nod as she kept going to the rooms. Bryn strode up behind you and draped an heavy arm over you, heavy breast pressed to your side
Good show,She grinned and patted your back
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