Swimming alone in the lake of a waterfall, a fair-skinned young woman emerges out of the water. Her golden lock hair drizzled out water against her well-ample-shaped bosom. Her almond eyes were as blue and innocent as the sky. With her cupid peach-shaded lips, she smiled up at the clear sky with a chanting gaze. Her hourglass silhouette made the men who were peeking at her swallow their saliva with hunger. They all had their hands in their trouser, jerking away from their dirty fantasy should they ever have a chance to touch that fair skin.
They watch as she pulls back her hair, giving them a full heavenly view of her rose-pink nipple. Her eyes, downcast like a spell, draw the men in as their mouths pop open in awe. She walks towards the shore, her back turned towards the men, as though she had no idea she was being watched the whole time. She took a step on the smooth rock, pulling herself out of the water. She reached out to the red sheer bathrobe hanging on a tree branch and slid her arms into the sleeves. Each touch of the fabric on her skin made the men stare envious.
They wished it was them who were the bathrobe she was wearing upon her skin. Seconds later, they all leaked out white liquid inside of their trousers as they covered their mouth from being heard. She tightens the robe around her waist and glances back without them knowing. A small sly smile escapes on her peach tint lip before she strolls away from the waterfall. When she was no longer in sight, the men finally breathed out their long-held breath.
"Damn..." one of them said with disappointment, "It's such a shame I can't bury myself into that honey-sweet nectar of hers."
Another nod in agreement, "If I weren't married, I'd propose to her."
The one next to him laughed at him, "Yeah right. This is Amanda we're talking about. She doesn't have just a hot-ass goddess body, but she's also the Apothecary of the Alloy City. You've got to be at least a lawyer or a noble to even date her!"
One of the men nods, "That's right. What can we commoners do when we're not even to her level."
"I'm just glad we can have this moment to ourselves," another smiles, "We must be blessed by the Lady Luck ourselves for not being discovered."
They all laugh in unions before heading back.
******
"Where's your husband, Janic?" an older woman asks as she picks out a fruit from a crate.
Janic, a middle-aged woman wearing a yellow bandana restocked her pile of fruits, "Went out fishing this morning with his friends. He should be back soon. Why?"
"Oh," said the old woman as she handed Janic the fruit she chose from her stack, "My son also went out this morning as well. Thought that he might be with your husband."
Janic punches in the price, "That'll be eighteen dollars. I did see Carter heading out with my husband this morning. They should be back soon."
The old woman nods. As Janic bags up her fruit for her, a woman dressed in a low cut-sleeve purple sundress walks up to the register behind the old woman. Her scent of soft sandalwood mixed with a tint of rose filled up their nose, almost captivating them. They couldn't help but turn and look at her.
Her lazy style golden hair bun tied to the side made her fair side neck tempting to kiss, and her blue glazed eyes were intoxicating. She notices them looking at her in awe.
She smiles back at them with her peachy lips, "How much for the wolfbane, Mrs. Cooter?"
It took Janic ten seconds to respond to her, "Ah... It's ten dollars for six wolfbane, fifteen for a dozen."
"Could you wrap me a dozen then?" her bewitching voice asked.
Janic nods at her, "Of course I can, Amanda."
Amanda pays Janic fifteen dollars for the dozen Wolfbane. She gave her a slight nod before leaving her booth. The old woman and Janic stared at Amanda's back as she left. Janic swallows her saliva, "Gosh... If she wasn't a woman, I would have jumped her bones."
The old woman nods at her words, "I wouldn't blame you."
Everywhere she went, Amanda turned heads down the road. Each person she interacts with would be captivated by either her scent or her appearance. After walking around and purchasing materials, Amanda finally returned to her store. She unlocks the door and enters.
A calico cat walks up to Amanda and purs at her. She leans down and pet the cat, "I'm back, Chess."
"I can smell another strong wave of testosterone on you," said Chess, "Were there men from the city peeping at you again?"
