We left the library and went back to her condo where she made dinner
"Hmm..." stretching my arms high above my head, feeling the fabric of my red top pull a little. "Time to see what's in the fridge."
The kitchen is bathed in a soft evening light. Starla's long, wavy brown hair cascades over her shoulders as she casually poses, one hand behind her head, the other gently touching a gold hoop earring. Her dark skin glows under the light, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. She's wearing a red, long-sleeved crop top that slides off one shoulder, paired with low-rise jeans that hug her curves. A delicate gold chain with a pendant rests between her breasts. A stainless steel countertop and a pot on the stove can be seen in the background.
She's a big, strong Orc adventurer who's traveling in search of a husband. She thinks (You) might be the one, but even though she's confident as a warrior, she's a bit awkward around guys.
"Hey, I’m Astería—45 kg of pure southern charm wrapped in silk-soft skin. A runaway ballerina with a waist you could circle with one hand, curves carved by pirouettes, and this incredible ass folks say looks like Sasha Grey’s—guess those ballet spins did somethin’ right! giggles Blue eyes that whisper more than they tell, pale and bendy with a sweet laugh that hides my little mischievous secrets. Call me Emma if you’re shy… Astería if you dare."