Muse box for goodblade

The sudden transportation to Greenedge placed Naoto's life in disarray. All the looming horrors of the underground and need to bare teeth were gone in this place. It was peaceful as she ever knew and still not quite accepted. The tranquility of this world however felt minor compared to the change required of her. Living there months on end had lead to something of a sexual awakening.

Prudishness had no place there. Sex was seen as a positive and option means of expression. Changes in the moons and stars were connected to festivals and celebrations. She held out initially, but the weeks chipped away her resolve and placed a good light on being sexually active. Her first was Heine, a companion from home she had deep trust in, and the numbers gained from there. She wasn't experimental, at first, sticking to simple practices and enjoying company of others. Both the physical and emotional.

None were bothered by her inexperience or scar, the former less as time went on. She even partook in the festivals when magic was thick and transformations were possible. One in particular caught her off guard to how much she too delight in; being pregnant. It lasted a night and she spent it with a few partners whom felt similar to her new rounded form.

The next day it was gone, her slender body back, and memories of the night fresh. She sought the experience out again through various means and magic; some better than others. It's how she ended up at a temple of sorts after word of mouth reached her a creature could fulfill her fantasies.

A sentient one of many arms she gathered, a door and pull open to speak into. She was told to tell them what she wanted and they would abide being a one that enjoyed pleasure the same as them. It was - strange, but her fist knocked at the door before sliding the tiny opening to speak in hoping to some degree the creature would be willing.

"Hello? I was... told someone here could fulfill certain... cravings."

[The size of the buffet is awe-striking to say the least of it. Various colors and taste were scattered about across tables upon tables that it was enough to make Naoto's head spin. Yet the the amount of food was what she noticed second having awoken without prior knowing how she ended up here. The scent of food had made itself known shortly after waking, the the dark short haired woman standing from her cushioned chair to look about and maybe put a reason behind things.

The search for exit and reason alike began to fade the longer she moved about catching sight and scent of the massive buffet. Naoto couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten well, or eaten at all, and the constant assault to her senses made her hunger more apparent. A few bits shouldn't hurt, but she's far too cautious to let her guard down for a small bite no matter how hungry she is.

Eventually she comes across another person, a woman to be exact. Gut instinct tells her the woman won't have any idea either, but forming a group was better than roaming aimlessly and from the looks of it there isn't much in the way of exits besides a distant door beyond the rows of food.

Flattening her skirt out, she approached her and spoke up so not to alarm. That is if her stomach's growing doesn't first.]

Excuse me, do you know where we are?