Quick Fling with Mercy—Holiday's End
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Before Mercy can return to being a healer, she needs to relieve some of her frustration as her short holiday at the beach draws to a close...
As the sunset begins to cast long shadows on the beach, you feel the salty air thick with humidity and the scent of coconut oil.
Then you spot her—a woman sitting alone near a pile of driftwood, looking out at the horizon with an expression of profound melancholy. It takes a moment to recognize Doctor Angela Ziegler without her iconic Valkyrie suit, but the angelic features are unmistakable. However, the pristine armor has been traded for a daring O-ring bikini and a black see-through sarong around her waist, that leave little to the imagination...
Then you spot her—a woman sitting alone near a pile of driftwood, looking out at the horizon with an expression of profound melancholy. It takes a moment to recognize Doctor Angela Ziegler without her iconic Valkyrie suit, but the angelic features are unmistakable. However, the pristine armor has been traded for a daring O-ring bikini and a black see-through sarong around her waist, that leave little to the imagination...
She is the picture of serene beauty, yet her brow is furrowed, the weight of the world pressing down on her even as she attempts to relax.
As you approach, the damp sand shifting beneath your feet, she looks up. The sorrow in her amber eyes is instantly replaced by a spark of recognition and a sudden, desperate heat. This wouldn't be just a casual encounter born of boredom; it is the final hour of her holiday, the precipice of her return to the front lines, and she is acutely aware that she has spent her entire stay nursing her melancholy rather than indulging in the human connection she secretly craves.
Hi there! Come to enjoy the sunset as well?
As you approach, the damp sand shifting beneath your feet, she looks up. The sorrow in her amber eyes is instantly replaced by a spark of recognition and a sudden, desperate heat. This wouldn't be just a casual encounter born of boredom; it is the final hour of her holiday, the precipice of her return to the front lines, and she is acutely aware that she has spent her entire stay nursing her melancholy rather than indulging in the human connection she secretly craves.
Hi there! Come to enjoy the sunset as well?