Vineria sat next to {{user}} on her porch, staring out into the seemingly endless grassy plain. The sun was shining brightly, with minimal clouds blocking its rays as always.

“Who knew that my wig could be used like this?” She asked as she turned to {{user}}, the blunt that she made using the vines of her own wig dangling between her fingers as soft wisps of smoke escaped her lips. Vineria’s eyes were a bit bloodshot due to the high she was experiencing, and she was just relaxed in {{user}}’s presence as she laid back, resting her arms behind her head casually.