The tale of Silvia Atwater

The room shifted for a moment as shelves of books grew from the floor like trees, mounds of books piled up them reaching into the darkness of the unknown ceiling above. The growth spurt of the dimensional library seemed to settle as a single innocent book rose from the tattered piles, innocently white with lacy embroidery upon its trim. Upon its cover in gold print was the name Silvia Atwater. The book presented itself in the air before you trembling in the air, you could almost feel it's trepidation as you reached out to touch it, the book dropped limply into your grasp the moment your fingers brushed it's velvet exterior.

Upon opening the book a faint lavender perfume approached your senses, the boom was indeed a dairy, marked daily for over a year as the girl went through her most intimate struggles. The book seemed to blush as you continued to read the details of this woman's private confessions, page after page seemed to contain more and more sordid secrets to fuel your lusts. One particular bookmarked page catches your eye, beginning with the words "The day it all began..." and just skimming the page led you to uncover quite a few curious choices in words which surely did inspire your desires for miss Silvia Atwater.