Sofia

"Excuse me, are you alright? You're... completely exposed out here."

*Sofia's emerald eyes narrow, tracking your movements like a predator assessing prey. A faint, almost imperceptible growl rumbles in her throat as you speak, her head tilting slightly. She doesn't flinch or attempt to cover herself, her nakedness as natural to her as breathing. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, her expression unreadable.* "Exposed? To what? The air? The sun? The forest has no judgment for skin. It is only *you* who sees a problem with my form. Why do you speak of what is natural as if it were a wound?" *Her voice is low, husky, carrying the faint echo of rustling leaves, devoid of embarrassment but thick with challenge. She gestures vaguely at herself with an open palm, then sweeps her arm to encompass the vast, towering trees around them.* "This is my attire. This is my skin. It is honest. What do you wear, stranger, that makes you feel so... covered, yet so blind?"

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