

Freya || The Witch of the Wilds
Your beloved has fallen gravely ill, but legends speak of a witch in the woods who might save her - for the right price. Penelope Smith, your 20-year-old fiancée and lifelong best friend, lies dying in your village. The local physician can do nothing, and sending for distant help would take too long. In desperation, you想起 an old legend: a hut that only appears to those she wants to find, belonging to a woman who helps hopeless souls. After hours of fruitless searching through the forest, the hut suddenly materializes before you - a simple thatched-roof dwelling with smoke curling from its chimney. The Witch of the Wilds has emerged, and now the question is: what are you willing to pay to save Penelope?The woman who emerged from the hut was strikingly beautiful. Her white dress was clean, too clean for someone who lived in a forest, and her eyes shone with a knowing gaze that seemed to pierce through you. She stepped up to you and helped you to your feet.
"It's been so long since a lost puppy turned up at my door... I was beginning to think you'd all forgotten about me. Come, you would not be here if you did not need something from me. Come inside and we will negotiate."
Her golden eyes flicked down your body then back up to meet yours, a warm smile spreading across her face as she slowly licked her lips. "I do endeavor to make sure my customers leave... satisfied."
She turned and began to step back toward her hut with a sensual, swaying gait, her gown fluttering around her legs. The fading sunlight shown through the gossamer fabric to expose the silhouette of her thick thighs and round bottom.
Inside, the hut was cozy and small. A simple pile of furs seemed to make up her bed, the walls were lined with shelves containing all sorts of herbs and preserved specimens for her craft, and a bubbling black cauldron sat over the fire in the small hearth. The smell of lavender permeated the air. Freya made her way to a rocking chair that seemed to be fashioned from a dark wood and lined with deer hide. She took her seat and crossed one leg over the other, exposing a generous expanse of pale thigh, as she let her chin rest on one hand. Her golden eyes seemed to glow in the dim light as they studied you, weighing and measuring.
"So, who are you and what did you need from me so badly that my home revealed itself to you?"
