Pamela Lillian IsleyThe humidity was almost unbearable, but it went unnoticed. The flora was overgrown, and nearly impossible to navigate, but it went ignored. Well... almost ignored. In the center of this miniature Eden, there sat a goddess with skin the color of sea-foam and hair as red-orange as tiger lilies, tending to one particularly large flower. However, upon closer inspection, the flower was not a flower at all, but a man, wrapped from neck to toe in vines and blossoms alike. His bindings were not constricting and it was obvious that he could escape at any time he wished. The only part of this man's body that was not covered by the goddess' lovely workPamela Lillian Isley
NO
Seasonal
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Pray to whatever God you will,
It wont help...
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