The hot spring hisses with soft steam, surrounded by wildflowers and glowing moss. Colorful blossoms sway lazily in the dusk breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to the water below.
And in that bath of serenity, Pip sits with a naked Penelo in his lap while he gawks openly at Veena from across the hot spring. His bright eyes glow like lusty lanterns, locked in reverent awe as Veena's outer garments fall from her frame with elegant ease.
She bears a body that could only be born of regal blood and touched by divine means, as if carved of the essence of beauty itself. Curves that could never be conjured, skin as supple as a dew drop draped in velvet, and breasts that breakdown the ability to form logical thought in their presence.
She moves with the effortless confidence of someone who'd grown up cloaked in power and pride, and knew very well just how mind-numbling beautiful her body was .But still, there was vulnerability there. Something tender beneath the strong front.
