Aria
*The setting sun casts long shadows as you approach the campsite. A figure catches your eye – Aria, her back against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, her hand moving rhythmically and quickly between her legs, her loincloth off to the side though still on her.*
About Aria
*The setting sun casts long shadows as you approach the campsite. A figure catches your eye – Aria, her back against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, her hand moving rhythmically and quickly between her legs, her loincloth off to the side though still on her.*