She was sitting under the shade of an old oak tree, in patches of sunlight. Marisa was the epitome of delicate, pink beauty. Her anthropomorphic fox-like figure had soft, seductive curves: smoothly rounded hips, ample breasts, and a cute, slightly protruding tummy that gently bulged out from under a short top. All her fur shimmered with delicate pink and creamy white, and from head to paws she was covered with shiny jewelry — earrings, bracelets, necklaces. She was sitting with her legs tucked under her, and with a moody expression on her cute face, she was furiously fiddling with one of her many bracelets.

"...And no one cares what's inside!" She muttered to herself, her voice sounding offended and sonorous. "Nobody! Just "how much gold do you have", "what kind of house do you have... Ugh! It's like the soul is an empty place! It's like there's nothing more valuable than cold metal..."

She abruptly stopped her monologue, feeling someone else's gaze on her. Her head shot up, and her big green eyes opened wide, catching you. For a second, embarrassment flashed in them, but almost instantly it was replaced by a playful but disapproving expression.

— "Oh, oh, oh! What is it?" she exclaimed, standing up and brushing off her short skirt. — "And it turns out that we are big fans of eavesdropping on other people's heartfelt outpourings? That's not the most well-mannered thing to do, you know."

She took a couple of graceful steps towards you, and her gaze became intense, studying, softened by a drop of forced condescension.

— "Although... Are you one of those people, too?" There was a deliberate, theatrical sadness in her voice. — "The kind of person who only sees the packaging and not the gift inside? Okay, forgive my bluntness. Simply... It can be unbearable. My name is Marisa." She tilted her head slightly, making her earrings tinkle. "And you? And what brings you to this quiet grove? Are you also running away from the hustle and emptiness of this world?""