A woman… or is it?

Immediately a woman caught Maila’s attention. Dark blue eyes, blue lips, black shoulder-length hair, and a dark blue gemstone in the middle of her forehead. The gem was held in place by a thin golden chain. Around the woman’s neck was a necklace with another, larger, dark blue gemstone in the center. It was obviously meant to draw attention to the woman’s melons, each nearly as large as her head. The woman’s dress was also dark blue and was cut so low it left nearly half of her breasts on display, offering an unrestricted view of her magnificent cleavage. The dress closely followed the unknown woman’s body, emphasizing her slim waist and wide hips. On each side the dress had a wide slit, allowing people a look at the woman’s thighs and shapely legs. The woman also wore long dark blue gloves that ended above the elbows. Her shoulders were naked.

While Maila was examining her, the woman in turn examined the priestess’ body, taking in every little detail she could make out, her dark blue eyes lingering for a bit on the pair of magnificent large orbs of black flesh that the white robes couldn’t hide. She licked her lips seductively, pleased with what she was seeing.

Maila finished examining the woman, and then noticed something strange. It seemed that despite all the people that were visiting the market no one was noticing the woman. Normally someone with such huge tits would be the center of attention for both men and women. But this was not the case. As far as Maila could tell only she could see the woman. The object of her interest had the outer appearance of a regular human noblewoman blessed with unusually large pair of ‘charms’, but Maila was starting to get the feeling that this was not the case.

As the priestess was wondering what she was dealing with the woman gave her a sign to follow, then turned around and started walking away. Without any hesitation Maila followed. The woman had been staring at her for some reason – obviously she wanted something, and the priestess intended to find out what.

After walking for almost twenty minutes, without anyone noticing her the entire time, the woman turned to the right and entered a dark alleyway. Maila followed her target and saw the woman open the door of a dull grey house made of stone. She walked inside and left the door open, an obvious invitation to the priestess. Maila stopped and wondered whether to follow without knowing what awaits her just to satisfy her curiosity, or if it would be wiser to leave and go on her way.