FOREVER SWEET AND NEVER ENDING

There was a chill upon her spine as she set upon the island, mostly from the chilly voyage there. Medusa was not certain what had compelled her to voyage upon the frosty northern waters, but she had voyaged upon them nonetheless. Shivering, the Madame arrived, looking around the wintery, volcanic island with curiosity. What if she could expand her territory here? It would certainly prove a good place to get away to, in the event of an emergency. Arrival at the island was marked with exhaustion, although the woman would not let herself relax before she gave herself a bit of a grooming.
She was much too distracted in her own vanity to really bother with much else. After all, what would she do if she were to stumble upon somebody in such a state? How was she supposed to seduce them? Plus, if she didn?t try to remove excess water from her pelt, she would be rather uncomfortable. With a sigh she set to work, concentrating on getting her pelt clean and dry, unaware if she had any company.