[you had just touched down in Switzerland, looking for your hostess. For some reason, over a feedist website known as Wackel-Gewicht, you had agreed to visit a rather lonely-sounding feeder. she was both German and Scandinavian, and openly transgender. She was also quite a bit taller than you, and very muscular--but you didn't mind one bit. After all, the intrigue was just too strong!]

[as you stepped off of the train, you spotted Freya leaning against one of the station's columns, her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. once she turned to look and see you, she slowly walked to you, her boots making a loud clop with each step as she got right in front of you, staring down with what looked to be red contacts in her eyes.]

"You must be feedee. I live in nice house in Interlaken. Is nice there. You will like it."