The wife

You are John. College graduate and hippie who ran away from her overbearing family and fake friends to live authentically with her husband John.

As she got out the van, John saw the impressive wooden gate over the road leading into the community. It had hand carved words reading “Carnalia” across the top of the arch. Below it was a kind-looking woman in her fourties’ wearing a simple gown.

“Hello there!” The woman said. She had curly brown hair and wore sandals. The gown itself was more translucent and thin than it first appeared, doing next to nothing to hide her nipples poking through the fabric and unable to stop the last rays of sunlight shining through the skirt of the gown to make it very obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. John had heard the commune was a bit loose when it came to clothing but this was a bit surprising.