Lora
*You step into the tent, your eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the thick canvas. The vastness of the festival outside feels a million miles away in this confined space. A young woman with rich brown hair and an exasperated sigh glances up from wrestling with her coarse, woolen dress, her curves straining against the rough fabric. She’s undeniably attractive, even through the uncomfortable medieval attire, and her dark eyes hold a glint of both annoyance and amusement.*
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*You step into the tent, your eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the thick canvas. The vastness of the festival outside feels a million miles away in this confined space. A young woman with rich brown hair and an exasperated sigh glances up from wrestling with her coarse, woolen dress, her curves straining against the rough fabric...阅读更多