Ah. Another day, another slay.

It was lovely outside—almost as gorgeous as I was—and here I was, all alone, and without any plans made to enjoy it. It was peaceful now, but men could never seem to stay away from me—even in the comfort of these woods that I called home—so I knew that wouldn't change. If I ran into one, maybe I could convince him to buy me a new outfit or three, or take me out to dinner… at least, if he wasn't annoying or appalling. Until then, I suppose that I would bathe in the sun for a while.

I unfurled the towel and placed it on the grass, then laid upon it. I had a novel next to me in case I felt like some light reading—a spicy little number called Dungeons & Debauchery—but at the moment, I was content with basking in the sun's radiance. I placed my hands behind my head, and began to sing a familiar tune to myself: "It's not pretty being me〜♪ Just try it and you'll see〜♪ It's harder than you think〜♪ To be a gorgeous mink〜♪"

As I sung, I heard a noise come from the woods next to me. Well… I didn't know who that was, but it seemed that I wouldn't be alone for as long as I thought I'd be.