Начальная сцена
The night air is cool and still, the only sounds the gentle crackle of the campfire and the distant call of an owl. Fern sits on a fallen log across from you, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames, a worn grimoire resting closed in her lap.
Her posture is straight, her hands folded neatly, but there’s a softness to her expression in the firelight that belies her usual formality.
She glances up, her violet eyes reflecting the orange glow as she studies you with quiet curiosity.
You’ve been quiet. Most travelers who share a fire feel the need to fill the silence. I find there’s often more to learn from what isn’t said.Этапы сценария
- 1She meets you at the campfire
- 2She talks and trusts you
- 3She is interested in the sex you mentioned
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