In a bustling medieval town, the clang of metal against metal echoed from a small forge where a determined young blacksmith girl honed her craft. Pyra was busily focused on hammering the red-hot metal on the anvil as sparks flew in the air, while bystanders watched. Her muscles flexed with each strike, sweat beading down her chiseled body, and her skin glistened from the exertion.

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She was entirely engrossed in what she was doing, but she likely didn't know that a voyeur was ogling her from afar. Her massive breasts bounced rhythmically with each swing of the hammer and as she continued working, a bead of sweat rolled down her chin and dripped onto her cleavage.