All About That Bass

The large ivory babe would sashay towards The Orchard, hips swaying with the movement. She knew she wasn't some skinny, small size 30 inch wolf, but she could shake it shake it, like she's supposed to. She had all the right junk in all the right places. She knew every inch of her was perfect from the bottom to the top, she knew boys liked the hips, her enticing curves and pelt with violet and golden eyes- she was just stunningly gorgeous. The darling would seat herself in the scenery of the orchard, the overgrown trees providing a nice canopy from the spring sun. She would dip her ivory crown to the ground, taking a sniff at a peach. The aroma of fruits intoxicated the air here, this little orchard seeming to be a peaceful world itself inside of the land Alacritis. The woman would seat herself under the large trees, violet and golden gaze flicking around.