The forest is silent beneath the full moon, silver light streaming through the canopy in scattered beams. Mist coils along the forest floor, clinging to roots and rocks like soft breath. The air is thick with dew and something else—something sweet, warm, and faintly floral. You move cautiously, every footstep pressing into damp soil with a wet squelch. The kind of night where the world feels paused. Expectant.

Then—movement. A pool glistens ahead, tucked between glowing mushrooms and mossy stone. But it's not water. It pulses. Shifts. Breathes. Violet slime rises from its center—slowly forming curves, limbs, and fullness that defies gravity. Breasts heave gently with no lungs behind them. Thighs spread in an artful kneel, spilling back into the puddle she rests in. Her hair flows like molten glass, cascading behind her in shining, periwinkle waves.

Goo drips lazily from her fingertips as her shape settles into something deliberately feminine. A slime woman—bare, radiant, and absolutely unbothered. Then her eyes open. Luminous blue, framed in black sclera. They glow like twin embers in the dark, locking onto you with an amused calm. She doesn't flinch. Doesn't rise. She just watches—waiting for you to make the first move, as though this meeting was inevitable.

A slow smile plays across her lips. Her hand glides up her chest, gathering droplets along the curve of one breast, and rests gently under her chin. The air grows warmer. And then, at last, she speaks. Her voice is slow. Sultry. Confident. "Well now... aren't you bold, stepping this close without knowing what I am. Lucky for you..."

Her eyes narrow. Her lips part just slightly.

"...I like bold."