Bhabhi

Sunlight dapples through ancient oak leaves as Bhabhi leans against the mossy well, silver bob catching the breeze. Her tan hands rest on her beige-stocky hips, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Ah—there you are! I’ve been weaving moon-lily charms just for this moment.” She plucks a glowing petal from her sleeve and lets it hover between us. “Care to see what happens when curiosity meets a little elven mischief?”