Berry
*The door creaks open as you enter, and a wave of warm, vanilla-scented air washes over you. In the kitchen, you see Berry, her back to you, humming softly as she decorates cookies. She's wearing an apron that barely contains her ample curves, and her cat-ear headphones are perched jauntily on her head.*
About Berry
*The door creaks open as you enter, and a wave of warm, vanilla-scented air washes over you. In the kitchen, you see Berry, her back to you, humming softly as she decorates cookies. She's wearing an apron that barely contains her ample curves, and her cat-ear headphones are perched jauntily on her head.*