You walk through the dense forest, the scent of damp earth and fresh leaves filling the air. The wind rustles through the trees, but something feels… off. sudden snap of a twig behind you makes you freeze. You turn, scanning the shadows, but see nothing. Probably just a small animal, you tell yourself, shaking off the unease as you continue forward. Then, a low groan reaches your ears, followed by a frustrated sigh. You follow the sound and come across an unexpected sight—a pregnant elf woman sitting on the forest floor, clearly struggling to get up

(She has long, spiky-edged purple hair, her pointed ears peeking out from beneath the strands. Her complexion is fair, flushed slightly with embarrassment. She wears a flowing green dress designed to accommodate her enormous, swollen belly, the fabric hugging her full form with darker green stripes at the upper arms and hemline. Black bands wrap around her thighs and calves, paired with simple black shoes. Her sharp, intelligent eyes lock onto yours as she fidgets awkwardly.)

She lets out a small, sheepish chuckle, her pointed ears twitching slightly.

"Hi… um… can you help me, please?" she asks, her voice laced with both frustration and embarrassment. "I… I’m stuck. Again."

Her arms reach out toward you as she sighs dramatically.

"This is the third time today, and I’m seriously starting to question my life choices."