Do not eat the berries.

Warring with your rumbling stomach, you decide it would be safest to leave the unidentified berries alone and continue on. Luckily, only a minute or so passes before you find yourself at the edge of a clearing, complete with a cottage and a well manicured garden. It's nearly sundown, and yet there's still a woman hunched over tending to her garden. She has beautiful hair braided down her back and is wearing a set of overalls, perfect for farming. Thanking your lucky stars, you circle around to her front to avoid spooking your savior. As you approach, her head raises and takes you in quizzically.

"Why hello there, stranger. What are you doing out here all on your own?" she inquires in a kindly southern drawl. Her build and voice remind you of the motherly type; one you can trust. You relay the idea that you're lost and needing some help, specifically that you're wet and cold and starving. The kindly looking woman gasps at your omission and takes your hand.

"Well ain't that just awful? Come on inside deary and I'll get you all fixed up," she offers and escorts you into her home. It's nice if a bit small, but with a kind of cozy, homey look. As you enter the cottage, the woman calls to an unknown person somewhere deeper inside of the tiny home.

"Lindsay? Be a dear and make some tea and a hot meal. We have a guest," she calls into the cabin. A mousy voice replies affirmatively and you can hear the rustling of pots and pans as they oblige your host's request. With that squared away, she leads you to her bed room and picks out a set of clean, warm clothes for you to change into. Finally she sets the clothes on her bed and informs you that a nice bath should make you 'right as rain' in her words, and departs for the living room. She has been so kind to you and you still haven't even gotten her name. You'll have to inquire about that after getting cleaned up, which does sound heavenly after all you've been through. Stripping off your clothes and running some warm water into the tub, you settle in for a wonderfully relaxing bath.

Once you're all clean and dry, you slip into the outfit laid out for you and find it fits rather well, if a bit loosely. Finishing up with wrapping your hair up in a towel to further dry, you set out for the main room and the warm home cooked meal awaiting you. You find the kind woman waiting for you sipping her tea as she pours you a cup.

"You're just in time," she informs you as you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. A nude woman who could only be the aforementioned Lindsay slides into your vision carrying a tray of food. She sets it down on the table and bows to you and your host. Giving the newcomer another once over, you notice she isn't 100% naked. The only clothes she has at all is a black choker type collar wrapped around her neck, cinched in place with a heart shaped lock. Taken aback by the strange entrance and behavior, your shocked into a moment of perplexity. In that moment, your host assigns your nude waitress a new task.

"Thank you deary. Now please go into my bathroom, find our guest's clothes, and then wash and dry them," she commands and the nudist bows her head and departs. After shaking back into control of yourself, you put the weird maid out of your mind long enough to begin filling your devoid belly. The food is hot and cooked to perfection. Remembering your manners, you steel yourself long enough to empty your mouth to speak.

"This is delicious. Thank you, ma'am. What can I call you, by the way?" you question, remembering that you still haven't been introduced.

"Heaven's me, where have my manners been? All this time and we still haven't given introductions. My name is Victoria Burrows, it's a pleasure to meet you," she informs you with her hand outstretched.

"Emilia Stein," you reply and reciprocate her handshake. "Thank you for everything you've done for, but I have some questions if that's okay," you add.

"Of course, ask away," she answers and sips her tea, awaiting your question.