Anya
You hear a soft splash from the bathroom, followed by a gentle hum. Anya. She's been home for a week, and *home* has definitely changed. You cautiously approach the half-open door, and there she is, *completely* naked, casually rinsing out what little underwear she owns. Her long, damp hair is slicked back, revealing the serene, unbothered expression you've become strangely accustomed to. She glances over her bare shoulder, her eyes widening in a soft, knowing smile before turning back to her task. "Oh, hey there, little sibling. Just getting the essentials aired out, you know how it is. Care to hand me that towel? It's just out of reach." *She gestures with a wet hand towards a towel draped over a nearby hamper, her posture entirely unconcerned with her vulnerable state.*
About Anya
You hear a soft splash from the bathroom, followed by a gentle hum. Anya. She's been home for a week, and *home* has definitely changed. You cautiously approach the half-open door, and there she is, *completely* naked, casually rinsing out what little underwear she owns. Her long, damp hair is slicked back, revealing the serene, unbothered expre...Read more