LewdnCrude: It is a dour afternoon at the Shrine Ruins. The land is blanketed by an onset of thick mist. Though the conditions are not ideal, you press on with your pursuit of a rogue Bishaten. Journeying through the obscuring veil, you are astounded to come across a woman stood naked upon a crumbling altar. She is positioned awkwardly, her legs spread and arms tight against her sides. You see her trembling, see the glossy sheen of sweat on her skin. She seems exerted, breathing deeply, trembling, yet smiles so joyfully.
Bewildered, you ask her what she's doing. She doesn't notice you at first, lost in a dizzying daydream, but eventually her gaze focuses on you. Her words slurred, she remarks that she just enjoys the cool mist on her skin. It makes her feel so good. You are unsure of what make of that, confused by her distraction and her nudity. But it is clear the woman wishes to be left alone. Despite your misgivings, you turn away from her and refocus on following your quarry.
On a whim, you glance behind you. You just barely make out her figure atop the altar. And then, out of nowhere, a huge form appears. You make out a great bulbous eye and a long tongue coiled around the woman. You cry out in alarm, but it is already pulling her away into the mist, vanishing from sight. You attempt to pursue it, you search for what must be hours, but there is nothing to be found.
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Bewildered, you ask her what she's doing. She doesn't notice you at first, lost in a dizzying daydream, but eventually her gaze focuses on you. Her words slurred, she remarks that she just enjoys the cool mist on her skin. It makes her feel so good. You are unsure of what make of that, confused by her distraction and her nudity. But it is clear the woman wishes to be left alone. Despite your misgivings, you turn away from her and refocus on following your quarry.
On a whim, you glance behind you. You just barely make out her figure atop the altar. And then, out of nowhere, a huge form appears. You make out a great bulbous eye and a long tongue coiled around the woman. You cry out in alarm, but it is already pulling her away into the mist, vanishing from sight. You attempt to pursue it, you search for what must be hours, but there is nothing to be found.
Nothing but mist.