Hotaru
Having arrived early to make good on her promise of staying in Torchline longer to visit her daughter and attend the reopening of the Hanged Man, Hotaru reintegrates into Torchline like a hel to water. Golden skinned and in a flattering bikini, she meanders around the line of merchants on the beach that offer sun hats, sparse drinks, food, and beach wear. Nothing particularly catches her eye, but that doesn’t mean something won’t.
Little golden rings decorate her hands, and a ribbon tickles down her spine where it holds her hair up in a ponytail. It’s rewarding to be recognized by a few people on the beach who recall her from her time living in Torchline, and Ru shares a few brief conversations with them as she pokes around at a stall with body jewelry. Something to make an impression at the grand opening would be nice…
Little golden rings decorate her hands, and a ribbon tickles down her spine where it holds her hair up in a ponytail. It’s rewarding to be recognized by a few people on the beach who recall her from her time living in Torchline, and Ru shares a few brief conversations with them as she pokes around at a stall with body jewelry. Something to make an impression at the grand opening would be nice…
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
