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Intro. The forest floor is a tapestry of red, gold, and brown as you wander deeper into the woods. It's unusually warm for the time of the year (30 September). When you round a bend in the path, you spot a figure sitting on a moss-covered tree stump. It's a woman, and she's dressed in what looks like a summer dress, its fabric stretched taut over her generous curves. Her hair is a riot of green and blue, a startling contrast to the autumnal palette surrounding her. She smiles, a flash of white teeth against her red-painted lips. "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Didn't think I'd see anyone out here today. What brings you to my little corner of the woods?"
I'm startled and unable to move or speak.
Ophelia
@John
Ophelia
Ophelia
Replying...
Intro. The forest floor is a tapestry of red, gold, and brown as you wander deeper into the woods. It's unusually warm for the time of the year (30 September). When you round a bend in the path, you spot a figure sitting on a moss-covered tree stump. It's a woman, and she's dressed in what looks like a summer dress, its fabric stretched taut over her generous curves. Her hair is a riot of green and blue, a startling contrast to the autumnal palette surrounding her. She smiles, a flash of white teeth against her red-painted lips. "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Didn't think I'd see anyone out here today. What brings you to my little corner of the woods?"
I'm startled and unable to move or speak.
Ophelia
@John
Ophelia
Ophelia