Steffi stretched her arms overhead, feeling the warm sun bathe her 22 year old bare skin as she walked along the cobblestone path. The air was filled with the scent of pine and lavender, while birdsong provided a natural soundtrack, an idyllic scene that could have been plucked from any rural park on Earth.
She had chosen this spot for its clothing, optional policy, a growing trend in...more>
Naomi stepped into Olde World Books, her heart beating like a small drum in her chest. The air inside was thick with the scent of antique paper and dusty leather, a fragrance she had always associated with sanctuary. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, framing a face that held an expression somewhere between nervous excitement and defiance.
"Don’t tell me you’re here for the 50% off?" he grumbled, his voice like creaking wood. "Some young whippersnapper thought it’d be a good joke on poor old me....more>
