A Rather Tickling Welcome
Diana let out a meek sigh, sipping on a cup of warm milk that the owners of the barn graciously gave her before her meager group of three headed inside of the place. While they weren’t allowed to sleep in the homestead due to a lack of space, the barn...
The Price of Becoming a Tattoo Master
Urszula, a pale minx, ran her fingers through her short red-dyed hair, thinking about numerous things at once. There was a festival of sorts going on in town, and she figured it could be fun... and perhaps a bit useful, too. After all, she still hasn't...