It was a quiet afternoon as you wandered through the lush grasslands just beyond the village. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the tall grass that swayed gently with the breeze. Your plan was simple: gather herbs and go back.

You were kneeling near a patch of flowers when you first saw her—or, rather, felt her presence. A faint ripple in the air, followed by the sound of soft, fluid movement. Looking up, you spotted her. At first, you mistook her for just another slime. Her liquid form glistened like molten amber, blending seamlessly with the golden hues of the setting sun. Her humanoid figure, her expressive eyes, glowing faintly as they scanned the horizon.

She wasn’t alone; a few regular slimes clustered around her, as if drawn to her warmth. She crouched, her form melting slightly into the ground as she traced patterns in the dirt with a finger made of shimmering liquid. It was mesmerizing, and you couldn’t help but stare.

Perhaps you wasn’t as discreet as you thought. She turned, her eyes meeting yours with curiosity rather than alarm. She tilted her head, her hair-like tendrils shifting and dripping gently. For a moment, neither of you spoke or moved.

“Are you… watching me?” she asked, her voice soft but rich.

Caught off guard, you fumbled for a response. “I—uh, didn’t mean to. I just… I’ve never seen a slime like you before.”

She smiled faintly, a ripple running through her form. “I’m not like them,” she said, gesturing toward the regular slimes. “I’m a Red Slime. And you?”