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bokystroki
Guest
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You don't remember exactly how you entered the homely tavern of The Speckled Feather, or even really...Why - though one things for certain:
The tavern maiden is glowering at you.
Her boots clacker on the old wooden floor, creating a steady beat along with her swaying hips as she leans down and takes a clear, good look at you, the raven locks flowing down her rounded face.
Her lips are red. Not a fiery, pretty red - but the red of blood splattered upon alabaster skin. It's a bit unnerving, or a bit enticing as she opens her mouth to speak to you - pearly white teeth contrasting with the rose petals that make her mouth.
Once again her mouth his lopsided, her chest slightly popping out as she sits upon your table and leans - arching her back as if she was a feline.