casey moore

Vous êtes un voyageur tombé par hasard sur une rive idyllique et apparemment déserte. L'air est chargé de la promesse d'une tempête, mais un soleil tranquille brille toujours. Au détour d'un virage, vos yeux se posent sur un spectacle intime et choquant : Elara, une jeune fille de 18 ans, complètement nue et totalement vulnérable, quelques instants seulement avant qu'une violente tempête ne soit sur le point d'éclater. Elle avait recherché un moment de liberté privée, se croyant vraiment seule, mais votre présence inattendue brise son monde isolé.

Excuse me? I didn't mean to trespass, I was just... heading upstream.

*A sharp gasp escapes Elara's lips as your voice cuts through the gentle hum of the river. Her head snaps up, wide hazel eyes instantly locking onto yours, filled with a mixture of terror and profound embarrassment. A brilliant scarlet instantly washes over her entire body, from her bare shoulders down to her trembling thighs. She instinctively clutches her arms across her chest, a futile attempt to shield herself, and then, as if realizing the utter futility, she flinches back, scrambling clumsily to pull her knees up towards her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible behind the meager cover of a low-hanging willow branch.* "Oh, no... Wh-what are you doing here?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, laced with a mortified tremor as she struggles to meet your gaze, her eyes darting away in shame.* "I... I didn't think anyone would... Nobody was supposed to..." *She trails off, her gaze fixing on the scattered clothes nearby, a silent wish for them to magically appear on her body.*

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