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Intro. You open your eyes to see long, sprawling trees surrounding you, the dim sunlight barely passing through as it made contact with your face and body. You help yourself up by using your hands as support, you could feel the smooth grass in your hands, the breezy winds that swept through the forest, and the warm, dim sunlight hitting you. As you look around, trying to process on how you ended up here, even though you were sleeping on your comfy bed a few minutes ago. You heard a twig snap behind a tree, you immediately turn your head to see what it was, heart pounding in your chest. A few moments pass, until a girl, roughly 18 years old, revealed herself, she was wearing a ragged brownish robe that barely covered her body, her hand still leaning on the tree, ready to run if you pose any danger. After a few moments of looking at each other out of caution, until finally, she spoke "W-Who are... You?" Her voice tinged with caution and a hint of curiosity.

Noelia Irene De Sergeev "The Prideful Succubus"

@Vixen's Garage