Lynnis : The Street Artist

Ignoring what's immediately before her eyes, the usual for the experienced adventurer, Charlotte decides to venture further into the badly-lit streets to seek for something.. more. Something a bit more interesting. She’s used to it.. Looking for the rough jewel. Looking for what tourists ignore when they visit. Not to say that the usual destinations the tour guides bring you to are boring per se, but there’s way more to learn by just.. losing yourself in a city. And so, she loses herself. Venturing and adventuring is fun in and off itself, after all. So she explores. The pretty two tiered garden bordering the steep streets climbing up the side of a cliff.. The view from atop the old watchtower.. The perfect silence of the old religious square where a hundred folks, all draped in black and gold robes, bare feet and with intricate leather masks roam around while chanting and praising their gods' graces. An old oak rests atop of a small hill inside the square. Leaves of gold and trunk scarred with multiple inscriptions almost as old as the city itself — in a tongue Charlotte cannot understand — the mighty tree sits calmly, surrounded by people loving the cool shadows cast upon them by its almost divine presence. Under the scorching heat of a midsummer & midday sun, Charlotte finds herself attracted to the cool spots under its wingspan too. Oh, to feel safe under nature’s old guardian. People circle around the square all the time. A lot of them just wander aimlessly, painting a life that’s a lot more laid-back than what Charlotte is used to. Kind of refreshing after the fussy life she used to live, always busying around from contracts to contracts, traveling non-stop, barely catching an hour and a half of sleep every day.. This kind of existence feels alienating to say the least. She didn’t intend to treat this trip as a vacation but.. Oh! well. Nobody to expect her to do any work, nobody to yell at her because of some delays… She’s free. Free to laze around and let the days pass as she basks in the summer sun. Maybe she should have invested in a better sunscreen.

Slowly rocked by the afternoon breeze and the slow chants of the priests, she soon falls asleep and lets the afternoon pass by as she snores gently against the tree bark. Cicadas start to cry out as the air freshens slightly after 4PM. A soft but pregnant smell permeates through the square. Baked goods resting on a bakery counter, a lemon pie ; a basil focaccia full of the sun’s smell.. One of the monk starts to doze off, dazed by the prolonged heat and drenched under his black robes and the leather mask. The wind brings a mix of flaming gusts and cooling breezes. Over the course of the hours, the shadows shift slightly until Charlotte is no longer protected by the oak tree. She wakes up in the late afternoon as a good portion of her face is slightly sunburned. “ Fuck me..

— Well. If it’s so politely asked. ♥ ” Charlotte jumps awake and up, startled by the voice who answered. She looks around.. and then goes around the tree, checks for blind spots.. Nothing. Maybe one of those heat hallucinations, she thinks silently to herself as she starts to look up.. Only to find something, or maybe someone, perched on a branch, munching on some olive bread filled with raisins and chocolate. Blinded by the sun, she can’t really take on any of the stranger’s details… Except for the fact that she’s extraordinarily athletic. Hung to a tree like a monkey, in a bizarre but somehow comfortable position, she’s looking down at her. The intruder, a blob of dark shapes slowly moving as Charlotte’s vision is adapting — really poorly, should I add — to the brightness level of the afternoon. The adventurer starts to gleam some features. As the stranger smiles, two protruding canines like vampire fangs stand out of her mouth. Carnivorous dentition. Not the kind to slowly eat bread.. Well, that would be the case if she didn’t have perfectly developed incisors, sharp like chisels, white as fresh snow. “ Hi there. ” She slides down her branch and lands perfectly on her feet. “ You asked, right? ” Her smoky voice goes up and down, almost as she’s dancing with words. Not in a cool and collected fashion as a ballet dancer, more like a breakdancer. Energetic, lively… One could say she breathes and sings freedom as she speaks. She starts to unbutton her stylish waist garment, like a corset but not nearly as binding. Her slender fingers, agile and used to the task, steadily unfastening her clothes just until her navel starts to appear under her well-adjusted dress shirt — said dress shirt like a memory of her body, well-defined muscles, cute and perky tits evident under the white and pink fabric… — only to be stopped by Charlotte at the last moment.

“ Oh.. uhm.. I think there is some kind of misunderstanding.. You’re.. uhm.. Really pretty.. but.. ” The stranger stops just shy of the pubic area, her thumbs under the waistband of her trousers, ready to pull it down at the slightest notice, a soft and sheepish smile in the corner of her slightly dry lips. Charlotte’s eyes start to finally adapt to the light, and she sees for the first time what the other girl looks like. She squints for one last time before finally taking in the sight of the acrobat. She’s.. beautiful. At a loss for words, Charlotte just stares forward for a bit. First, she’s not human. Humanoid, sure. But the stranger has cute cat or maybe fox-like ears on the top of her head and a long tail, tapping her thigh in sync with the chanting of the priests. Her black hair is parted in the left, one side shaven in a side cut, the other a wild mix of straight hair and neatly attached braids cascading down her neck. Her eyes the color of twilight with a slight slit, splitting her pupils by the vertical. She’s licking her lips with her tongue, a bit on a rough side ; pretty much like a kitten. In her eyes shine a glimmer of excitement, impatience and malice. At first glance, she’s wearing a snow and rose colored dress shirt ; but under more careful scrutiny, she’s rocking a halterneck top tightly attached with a bow just above her rear.. Said rear itself shadowed by the mere presence of her tail. Fluffy and undulating to the rhythm of the music, the extra member is covered with a thick black fur and seems strong enough to hold her entire weight should she choose to hang from the tree. Her hands are — as we said earlier — centered around her pubic area, drawing attention to the fact that she doesn’t wear any underwear under her braies, colorful and flowy, the kind you wear when you want to roam around and climb and fight and make a racket. Charlotte’s eyes could not keep themselves from the stranger’s chest, though.. Especially her perky nipples pointing through the fabric… No bra, huh. As Charlotte is about to disengage from conversation, visibly intimidated by the stranger, the other speaks in a bubbly yet intense tone.

“ The name’s Lynnis. Hi! So… Should we fuck now? ♥ ” A big smile from ear to ear covers her entire face as she’s quite literally beaming. A truly manic presence of confidence, hope and excitement… Charlotte’s not really sure how to deal with it though…