Story 7: The Au Naturale monk

The forest that borders the city is massive, and felt alive with the sound of the wind whistling through the leaves, the distant rush of a waterfall, and, oddly, the soft footsteps of a woman, a pale, blonde elf who wore nothing but the sunlight upon her skin.

Elara, an elf of ageless grace, moved with confidence. She had long limbs, toned but supple. Sunlight gilded the curves of her hips, the lean muscle of her thighs, and the faint dusting of freckles across her shoulders. Her breasts, small and pert, swayed and jiggled only slightly with each step. Her hair's blonde, tumbled in loose waves down her back. When she paused beside a stream, bending to cup water in her palms, the movement was fluid. There was no self-consciousness, despite her nakedness.