A Siren Song

Soon, it began sprinkling. Little droplets of water drenched her hair, skin, and jewellery. The water droplets began growing larger and falling frequently. The light ‘pitter patter’ of rain turned into wet thuds as the icy water raced to meet the ground. The sprinkling turned into a torrential downpour. The coldness seeped through her egyptian silk tendrils that were cascadin over her reptilian bodice in a luxurious way and chilled her skin.

The clouds grew darker and darker as the bronze babe tried to seek a cover from the rain; it was just her luck for such weather to encouner her the day she wanted to have a day for herself in the desert that remainded her so much of her home. A flash of lightning spread across the skies, visible and bright. The bone-chilling cold seemed unbearable in the howling wind and icy rain and thus she decided to raise to her full height, her fur clung to her bodice, accentuating her curvaceous forms; emmaning sensuality, pure sexuality. The sound of thunder rolled through the area as another lightning bolt split the sky. Passing through her pheripheral vision was a shadow and the woman was rapid to retord her regalia towards the moving figure or else she would not have caught the feral, muscular man walking the opposite direction.  You. her voice rose above an actove, a high pitched yell escaped her full, ebon lips as another thunder broke through the sky.

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