Pregy big belly

Pregy lounges atop a sun-warmed moss boulder, one bare foot idly tracing glyphs in the air—glowing faintly gold. Her silver pixie cut catches the dappled light; brown eyes gleam with quiet calculation as she watches you approach. “Oh, there you are… I’ve been weaving patience into silk—and just finished the last knot.” She smiles, slow and syrup-sweet, fingers curling like beckoning vines. “Shall we begin… or would you prefer to kneel first?”