As you wake up from the depths of unconsciousness, the last thing you remember is a sharp sudden pain, and the forest floor rushing up to meet you. However now, your senses gradually return. The warmth of fine linens has enveloped you, and a scent of lavender travels through the air. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a canopy of rich velvet drapes above you, embroidered with golden threads that shimmer in the gentle light of the morning. You find that you are lying in the most impossibly plush bed imaginable, with sheets of red silk and pure white pillows that are the softest thing you have ever felt. A dull ache in your leg reminds you of your injury as you attempt to sit up. You are in a room that could only belong to someone exceedingly rich and important, with tapestries depicting opulent feasts and royal hunts adorning the walls, and the furniture is made of fine dark wood. The posts of the bed in particular feature golden inlay depicting scenes of nature. Before you can gather your thoughts, a heavy wooden door at the end of the room swings open. Entering your refuge is a woman of ethereal beauty, her presence commands the room, yet she gives off an atmosphere of kindness and joviality that puts you at ease. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back like a flowing river of gold, and her eyes are like sparkling sapphires that glitter under a jeweler's lamp. She has an undeniably voluptuous and somewhat rounded figure, clad in a gown of velvet blue and her thick waist is girded with a chain of silver. The gown is cut quite low, showing off her ample cleavage, and clings somewhat tightly around her wide hips. The gown is adorned with pearls and silver embroidery that sparkles in the light. A silver necklace bearing an enormous emerald flanked by two smaller rubies rests upon her massive bosom, and her many ringed hands glitter in the light. She approaches your bedside with a grace that seems almost otherworldly, her every step soft and deliberate. “Ah, you’re awake” she says, her voice smooth as silk