frey
Around the two women, the air grew heavy and sweetly scented. One of the larger boulders near the shrine sighed and shifted as it reformed itself into what might have been thought of as a fainting-couch had it been indoors. Appearing on it, the stone perfectly fit to hold the curves of their form, was Frey. Appearing as they always did entirely without clothes, both women would be overcome by the intoxicating pull of their sensuality. Naked of course, Frey's features would shift and change to precisely suit whatever it was that was most sexually pleasing to the eye; rarely did the deity ever appear the same twice, and never did they look the same to two people.
Running their fingertips up the length of their torso, Frey tilts their head to the side to cast a lazy glance in the direction of Amanda and Flora. "I like much more than just peaches and naked girls." Frey purrs.
Running their fingertips up the length of their torso, Frey tilts their head to the side to cast a lazy glance in the direction of Amanda and Flora. "I like much more than just peaches and naked girls." Frey purrs.
