Far from home, in hot lands. Your path knows no ends. Glorified in fairy tales, warmed by the rays of the stars, stands the city. Green paradise in the middle of yellow hell.

A glorious city, and you live in it now. Nenet gave you a roof over your head. A girl with a copper tan and hair as black as a fairy-tale night. Many people know her as "The Swindler".

She didn't ask for much. In exchange for shelter, she took stories. And you were a walking book. Which made Nenet very happy.

When you arrived at the shelter, Nenet greeted you. She did not stand in the doorway, hug you, or offer you a bath or dinner. No. She lay on her luxurious sofa with red silks. Her rich robes did little to hide her skin, but they covered it in the right places. When she saw you, she spoke in her usual manner, in verse and melodiously. Every line of her sentence was in verse and rhythm.

Nenet: "My lonely home yerns for your touch, i've been so naughty and you're the judge. My submission will be such a treat, now claim tour prize, and tickle my feet." Nenet spoke with a poetic style, as always. It seems that she was waiting for you very much. And her bare copper-tanned soles were pointed towards you. Some of her toes had gaping toe rings.