Go for a jog on a nearby trail, feeling extra daring

After the first exercises went so well for the nudist, it only made sense to continue. Gregora began her morning jogs a couple months ago, and they have already proven to be useful to the brunette’s shape, preparing her leg muscles for those weekend rush hours at the tavern. The forested trail was just outside Gregora’s backyard, so it was easy to practice without disturbing other villagers. Now, what should the girl wear?

“Ah, what the hell,” Gregora said to herself with a playful smirk as she walked away from her dresser.

The road the nudist was jogging on was usually empty, and even if it wasn’t, Gregora wasn’t that scared of others seeing her naked body. It’d probably be good for society, as many locals could really use a more liberal perspective on nudity. And so the brunette opened the back door and stepped outside, enjoying the cold weather to the fullest.

Some human or elf would probably panic and run back as soon as the wind hit their bare skin. However, Gregora was a dwarf and a hardened one, so she simply took a deep breath, seeing a little cloud of steam escaping her mouth, and walked into the snow. The coldness engulfed Gregora’s naked body while the snow cracked under her bare feet.

The brunette left her backyard by climbing over the fence and soon found herself on the mountain trail, surrounded by white hills and trees with both great age and height. Nobody was around, just as the girl suspected, but the daringness of this idea still made her giggle in anticipation. She did it before, but usually before sunrise, so today it was time to broaden her horizons. Gregora did a couple more stretches, shivering from both cold and excitement, and began running.

The nudist swiftly moved among the trees, caressed by the sunrays and the chilly wind. The hard, snowy surface wasn’t welcoming to Gregora’s feet, but the optimistic dwarf saw it as a positive: now she had even more motivation to keep going! Just like that, Gregora ran farther and farther away from her house while her boobs cheerfully bounced along. The brunette couldn’t contain a smile from the feelings of freedom and empowerment she got from this jog.

In about five minutes, however, the girl had to stop and look forward, as she saw someone on the road. It turned out her solitude was over: there were several folks in warm clothes, mostly men, along with a couple of pack animals. Most likely a trade caravan heading back from Ironforge. Gregora frowned a bit, as she quite enjoyed being one-on-one with nature. At the same time, however, there was that little, playful voice in her mind telling her one single thing:

“This is the perfect time and place to show off your naked freedom.”