She came from a far away land where the constant joy of the sun distracted from reality. Living is easier under the sun. Sometimes, even exploring is. But in the Fetish Land it rains a lot. And the sun is something pale.
Maybe it wasn't the distance. Maybe it wasn't the difference. Maybe it was nothing. But there is so much temptation lying somewhere, nude and seductive.
Lucy moved the sheets away and tried to smile when she noticed the rain drops shouting against the window. She took her breakfast in the kitchen, her hands playing with the pack of cards, shuffling. She cut the pack and turned the card. The 3 of hearts. She grinned.
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