Female/Female

"So," she said, pacing casually back and forth in front of me, "you know what they say about girls with big feet, right?"

I stared at her. Was -this- why she brought me to this small park between the apartments? "...no, I actually don't, and isn't it supposed to be -guys- with big feet?"

"You've locked the door, right?" Caroline asked as the cap unscrewed.

Marissa watched the blonde warily as she shook the small plastic container and rattled out the pills. They accumulated like bite-size candy, or oval-shaped pearls in a blue bowl, one that Marissa frequently used to cook microwavable ramen in her dorm when she didn't feel like going out.

Viomira found it. She finally found it! The lost island of Prhys. She was overjoyed. This was a remarkable discovery. She could easily go down in history for finding this place. But that was not why she went searching. Viomira is an elf with darker skin and black hair with small red highlights at the tips. She is wearing her favorite Lime green dress with squiggly white stripes. Her lavender eyes scanned the shoreline, taking in the view. Off in the distance, on one of the beaches, she spots two figures. One of them was waving her down. She took her boat in and docked it by the figures.

High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. “Quiet day today,” she mused to herself. “Nothing’s happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon.” Looking back down at the city below, Amelia’s gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky.