Nude-Muse Magazine Magazine

The air within the boutique hung heavy with the scent of lavender detergent and expensive perfume, a cloying atmosphere that usually made Dominique's skin prickle. Yet today, as she stood amidst racks of silk and wool, the sensation was different. It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down into a misty valley where the rules of the world were suspended.

Dominique was eighteen years of age, possessing a countenance that turned heads with its quiet symmetry. Her hair, the color of pale wheat spun into gold, fell in soft waves to rest against her collarbones, framing a face of delicate features...more>

In the dappled light of a Forest Untamed, where the trees stood tall as ancient kings and the air hung heavy with secrets, 22 year old Steffi walked barefoot along the moss, covered path. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her eyes, those eyes, held the fire of a thousand suns, burning bright against the green.

The forest was her solace, her sanctuary from the smallness of Millworth, that dreary town where...more>