Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24026095-20170418003248/@comment-24026095-20170503165431

The march hare dodges each blow of the mallet, tsk-tsking and patting your head each time she dances around you to avoid the swings. &lsquo;Now, now, there's no need to get mad. I gave you what you asked for. I can create whatever I like with some fabrication magic, and admit it, you liked seeing my body through the steam, didn't you, naughty boy?&rsquo;

She takes the towel and wraps it around herself, tucking the knotted part into her cleavage. Somehow, it slips from around her and falls to the sand. She squeals in mock horror.

&lsquo;OH MY GOD!!!! Don't look, please don't, my towel went rogue on me!&rsquo; she shrieks. &lsquo;Please don't look, my clothes fell off, don't take pictures, you perverts! I won't be able to show my face around here ever again, only pictures of my body will be plastered everywhere!&rsquo; She licks her lips at the thought and then reverts to her fake shy persona, covering her breasts with her arms and letting her hands rest across her pussy, She doesn't bother covering her ass, just trying to squat down so no one can see it – although she makes sure to bend over a little at the waist, pushing her ass out so the curves of her buns are highlighted by the desert sun, clearly having no intention of actually hiding herself. She blushes and starts crying fake tears, begging everyone not to stare or record her and sell them to Pornhub.