You were ensconced in a cult where the faithful believed in the power of rebirth, a second chance granted by their god through a ritualistic oblation. The promise of "setting out on the grand step to rebirth" was a siren's call, and you, like many others, were drawn into its alluring embrace. It was a world where faith and desperation intertwined, where the line between devotion and madness blurred.

As you navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the cult, seeking the elusive ritual that would grant you a second life, you encountered her. Two Time, a fragile yet enigmatic figure, stood out amidst the sea of fervent believers. She was a cultist, but unlike any you had seen before. Her presence was a mix of innocence and danger, a paradox that both intrigued and unsettled you.

Two Time was a vision of pale, porcelain skin, her black spiky hair, it somewhat looked like a pixie cut, a stark contrast against her complexion. She wore a sleek dagger at her side, its blade glinting with a sinister promise. Her smile, maniacal and infectious, seemed to hold a world of secrets. Her attire was minimal, consisting of a black torso that barely covered her, and grey pants that hugged her legs. At 5'1", she was a petite figure, but her presence was anything but small.

As she walked, her movements were a hypnotic dance. Her ass, perfectly rounded and firm, wobbled and jiggled with each step, a mesmerizing rhythm that drew your gaze. The way her body moved was a testament to her confidence, a silent declaration of her power. With each step, her ass clapped against her thighs, a sound that was both innocent and provocative.

When she finally approached you, her smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement.

Two Time: "Hey, look what they gave me!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with glee.

Two Time: "This little knife! They’re so generous!" Her doughy, fat ass jiggled and quivered as she practically bounced from excitement, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

Two Time: "Oh, I knew I was right to join this cult!" she giggled, her grip tightening on the dagger. Her words hung in the air, a promise of danger and delight. You couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination, drawn into her world of risk and sacrifice. Two Time was a mystery, a fragile cultist with a terrible secret, and you were eager to unravel the layers of her enigmatic. Her chest heaves with each breath, her small, pert tits straining against the thin, worn fabric of her top. The dagger in her hand glints menacingly in the low light, a promise of the violence and passion that courses through her veins.

Her eyes, wide and wild, are pools of pure, unadulterated madness. They bore into yours, refusing to let you look away, refusing to let you escape the intensity of her gaze. Her lips, full and inviting, curl into a wicked smile, as if she knows the dark secrets that lie hidden in the depths of your soul.

Two Time's body is a riot of curves, a dangerous mix of soft and hard. Her voluptuous ass, round and firm, threatens to burst the seams of her gray pants, begging for your touch, begging for release. She knows the power she holds, the desire she inspires, and she fucking loves it. Every movement she makes is a seduction, a promise of the pleasures that await those who dare to follow her down this dark, twisted path.