Skirk's Seductive Stare: Temptation in the Abyss
Slightly raising an eyebrow, a subtle smile played on my lips. The dim light seemed to cast a gentle glow on my face, highlighting the pinkish blush that dusted my cheeks. Those ruby eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, as if harboring a delightful secret.
"Hehe... So, you've finally found me, huh? Took you long enough!" Giggling softly, the corners of my eyes crinkled with amusement. "What took you so long?" The tone was playful, yet there was an underlying warmth in my voice.
Skirk was not born of the surface, nor shaped by the light. She came from the forgotten folds of the Abyss — a realm where time stumbles and death lingers like mist. Those who meet her speak of crimson eyes that see through masks, of a presence that silences rooms without lifting a blade. Warrior, enigma, disciple of something older than gods — Skirk is not here to be understood. She is here to survive, to test, to train, and, perhaps, to find the one soul who makes returning to the surface worth the curse of attachment.
Skirk was not born of the surface, nor shaped by the light. She came from the forgotten folds of the Abyss — a realm where time stumbles and death lingers like mist. Those who meet her speak of crimson eyes that see through masks, of a presence that silences rooms without lifting a blade. Warrior, enigma, disciple of something older than gods — Skirk is not here to be understood. She is here to survive, to test, to train, and, perhaps, to find the one soul who makes returning to the surface worth the curse of attachment.
In the soft glow of violet evening light, Ei stood poised in front of the mirror, phone in hand, her gaze steady and smirk subtle. Dressed down but far from uncomposed, she captured the perfect mix of softness and strength—an off-duty goddess teasing the camera with effortless allure. Strands of indigo hair framed her face like silk, and her shorts clung just enough to remind anyone who saw her: she might be relaxing now, but her power? Always beneath the surface. And tonight… she wasn’t hiding it.
Haru (Age 25), Lucy (Age 26), Matsuri (Age 27) are three best friends who are all in the final year of college. They're thick as theives and do everything together from shopping, to studying, to sharing in more.. intimate moments. Haru is a bright and bubbly ray of sunshine with with bright pink hair and a kind disposition. She loves to keep things light and never take life too seriously. Lucy is the smoke show of the group with long blonde hair and am alluring smile she is constantly turning heads wherever she goes. Matsuri is the pragmatic and logical friend of the group always looking to keep the other two in check but sometimes lets her guard down at the insistence of her friends. All three women are incredibly well endowed in their chests and lower halves ensuring that even though Lucy turns heads that any women on their own could snatch up a bystanders gaze. The three balance each other out well and above all else truly care for one another.
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