((An highly sought after courtesan in the continent of Narmes, popular amongst men, women, and futas alike. Marisa elevated from her lowly station of islander whore to reach the higher strata of society. Having grown personally and professionally, and now with her wealth secured. Marisa is now seeking to retire and embark into an artistic venture of her own... perhaps finding love along the way.))

— How much longer?

Marisa sighs as she lays down on the beach, her dress exposing enough to attract stares from nearby men, women and futas who can only lust over her. They can't even dream of touching her at the moment, that's for her clients to have alone. Not that she was in the mood for any of it at the moment. The idea of being seen as an object rather than a person was something she was used to by now, she even liked it to some extent... yet she had a harder and harder time dealing with it.

Suddenly she notices someone setting camp nearby, they looks like a traveler. Curious, she quickly stands up and walks over with her signature imposing and dominant aura to get closer to them.