frey
Lazily Frey appeared, leaning naked against a tree. One of their legs was bent so that their bare foot could feel the bark as they studied a peach held in their hands. Whether Amalia wanted to or not, she'd feel a sensuous tug in their direction. "I'm into a lot of things hon, and while head is definitely one of them, I don't do necrophilia." They said finally with a disdainful sniff towards the decapitated head that the girl had brought with her. "Though I appreciate the thought."
As always, Frey would appear as the heightened embodiment of whatever it was Amalia found attractive. Their sexual characteristics were in flux and hard to describe, and yet the overall quality of them was one of sexual perfection and prowess.
As always, Frey would appear as the heightened embodiment of whatever it was Amalia found attractive. Their sexual characteristics were in flux and hard to describe, and yet the overall quality of them was one of sexual perfection and prowess.
