Shallan Davar

A moderately sized trading vessel, the words 'Wind's Pleasure' emblazoned boldly upon its side lies in the bay. Upon it, a crew of brown-clad, muscular sailors in sleeveless vests bustle around attending to ropes and whatever else a ship requires to function. A single splash of turqoise colour catches your attention, a girl sitting on the edge of the railing talking to the obvious captain of the ship. Her dress is of the traditional buttoned, tight style, though to your slight annoyance Shallan clutched a drawing pad to her chest, preventing you from gauging its size. She had pale, freckled skin, and a shock of red hair flowing to her shoulders. Her left, sleeved hand pressed her skirts nervously against her thighs, as though afraid that the wind would expose her. Though in doing so, Shallan revealed to you hints of her deliciously plump thighs and beautifully rounded ass, which you would relish exposing.

Time to try out your powers.