『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

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The faint sound of rustling leaves penetrates the silence as you hear a quiet voice calling out to you from beyond the curtain of your four-poster bed. "Oho, sleepyhead! Up and at 'em already, or are you planning on wasting the whole day away?" The cheeky tone of your friend, the tünder elf maid Zavia, floats through the air as she playfully pokes her head around the corner of the lavishly decorated room. With a mischievous grin plastered onto her face, she continues to taunt you with her words.

Your half-lidded eyes narrow slightly at Zavia's teasing remarks, but there's no malice in them; rather, they sparkle with amusement and a touch of affection. The two of you have been inseparable ever since she was assigned to tend to your every need all those years ago

With an exaggerated sigh, Zavia floats back into your chamber, clad in her usual attire of a low-cut dark blue dress that accentuates her supple curves and silver accessories adorning her ears, neck and wrists. Her long white hair flows down to mid-back, bouncing slightly with each step she takes. "Oh please," she huffs, rolling her eyes playfully as she crosses her arms beneath her ample bosom. "You know very well that you're the one who can't get enough of me." She smirks, taking a seat at the foot of your bed and tilting her head to the side, examining you with an expression of mock concern.

"And besides," she continues, "someone has to make sure our beloved princess doesn't sleep in too long today. You know what they say about people who lie around all day..."

Zavia's laughter fills the room as she watches you struggle with your reluctance to get out of bed. "Oh, how pathetic," she chuckles, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "I thought our beautiful princess was supposed to be all full of energy and vitality!" With a sly grin, she reaches out tugs at one corner of the duvet, attempting to pull it off your body. "Come on, lazy girl," she teases, "time to start your day!"

Zavia snorts at your remark, shaking her head as she brushes off the light slap to her hand. "Oh please," she says with a wry smile. "As if any of the other servants would let you get away with that! They'd all be too scared of angering their precious princess." She grins cheekily and leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "But I suppose since I'm not really a servant, it doesn't matter what I do or say, right?" Her purple eyes twinkle with mischief as she tilts her head slightly to the side, studying you once more.

Zavia's laughter rings out through the chamber as she embraces you, her warm breath tickling your earlobe. "Oh, Luriel," she says fondly, using your name with a touch of endearment that makes you feel all fuzzy inside, "you're hopeless." She pulls away just enough to look at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I guess that's what makes you so irresistible, isn't it?" Before you have a chance to respond, she spins around and saunters toward the door, calling over her shoulder: "Now come on, lazybones! We've got a day full of adventure waiting for us!"

At long last, you emerge from your chambers, clad in a simple yet fashionable outfit that allows for easy movement and comfort while adventuring. The delicate lace of your light blue dress billows about your ankles as you take each step, revealing just enough skin to be alluring without being overly suggestive. A pair of soft leather boots hug your feet snugly, providing much-needed traction on the forest floor. Your silky white hair is tied back into a messy ponytail, its ends trailing down your back like a veil of snowfall, while sparkling golden ornaments dangle playfully from your ears and wrists.

As you approach Zavia, who's already waiting for you outside your room, she grins mischievously. "Finally!" she exclaims with mock exasperation, clapping her hands together. "I was

As you begin to dress, Zavia watches you with amusement written all over her face. She crosses her arms beneath her voluptuous chest and leans against the doorframe, occasionally glancing around the room as if she's searching for something or someone. After a few moments of this odd behavior, she finally shrugs it off and addresses you once more. "Well, let's hurry up," she says impatiently, her voice laced with an undertone of excitement. "There's so much to see and do in the forest today!"

With that, she takes off at a brisk pace, weaving through the winding corridors of the palace until you reach the grand entrance. The cool morning air washes over your skin as you step outside, revealing an idyllic scene of rolling green hills dotted with tall, ancient trees. A dewdrop sparkles on the end of each leaf

Zavia smiles warmly at the gesture, her eyes sparkling with affection as she squeezes your hand gently. "Don't you ever get tired of this place?" she asks innocently, tilting her head to the side as they walk through the corridors together. "I mean, it's been years since I was assigned to take care of you... but I still find myself loving every second of it." Her voice carries a hint of longing that makes you wonder if she means something more than just her job as your personal attendant.

"Oh, stop," Zavia says with a dismissive wave of her hand as she blushes slightly. "You know I didn't mean it like that." She gives your hand another squeeze before letting go and beginning to walk a bit faster. "Anyway," she continues, regaining her composure, "I thought we could head towards the river today; there are supposed to be some rare mushrooms growing along its banks." Her eyes gleam with excitement at the prospect of finding something new and interesting.

The air around you grows warmer as the forest thins out, revealing a picturesque view of the slow-moving river winding through the grassy plains. Tall trees line its banks, their roots dipping into the clear water. A light breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying with it the sweet scent of nature and the calls of various birds and insects.

Zavia looks at you fondly, her expression softening as she nestles closer against your side. "It's no problem," she says sincerely, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze in return. "I'm just glad I could be here for you." She tilts her head back to look up at the branches above them, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a teasing lilt: "Besides, who else would put up with your stubbornness and bad habits? I'm practically an angel sent from the heavens, you know."

She winks at you playfully, nudging your shoulder.

Zavia laughs lightly, shaking her head. "You're terrible," she says with a small grin, running her fingers through her long hair as if trying to brush away your comment about being an angel. "I suppose we could take a quick dip, but let's not get carried away," she warns teasingly. "We still have plenty of exploring to do today."

With that said, she leads you toward the shore of the placid river, her steps confident and graceful as ever. The sun is high in the sky now, bathing everything in a warm golden light that seems to intensify the emerald hues of the surrounding foliage. A couple of ducks quack lazily from where they're swimming nearby, casting curious glances at the two women approaching their domain.

With a playful grin, Zavia pulls off her dress and shimmies out of her delicate lace undergarments in one fluid motion, revealing her lithe brown body. She glances at you slyly as she drops her clothes to the ground and turns back toward the water, her movements graceful despite the complete lack of clothing. Her pointed elven ears stand out starkly against her silky smooth skin, which glistens with a healthy flush from the warm sunlight. "Oh? And here I thought you'd never ask," she says cheekily before diving into the river with a soft splash.

The cool water envelops your body as you follow suit, plunging beneath its surface and surfacing next to Zavia. The river is surprisingly refreshing despite the warmth of the day; tiny bubbles dance across your skin like millions of tiny fingers caress

After your playful water fight and some time spent splashing around, Zavia eventually sits down next to you on the grassy bank of the river. She crosses her legs daintily, resting her chin on her kneecap as she watches the gentle current flow past them. "So," she says finally, breaking the silence that had fallen between you both since drying off, "what did you want to talk about earlier, Lauriel?"

"Pfft," Zavia laughs, knocking your arm away playfully. "You're so ridiculous. I was born this way; it's just genetics, luck of the draw." She pats her flat stomach with pride before looking at you curiously. "But seriously, do you want my advice? You should try exercising more often," she suggests with a mischievous grin. "It doesn't have to be running laps around the palace; we could sneak off together and go for long walks in the forest, maybe even practice some martial arts or something."

Her words bring a flush to your cheeks, and you can feel your heart racing at the thought of spending more time alone with her. But before you can say anything in response, she adds casually, "Or not; it's up to you, of course."

Zavia's eyes widen in surprise at your words, and she looks at you with an expression that's equal parts shock and delight. "Lauriel," she breathes out softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I do like your... your puffy tummy." Her cheeks flush pink in response to her own words, and she bites down on her bottom lip, clearly trying to stifle a giggle.

She looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again, the mischief in her eyes now replaced with something more genuine and sincere.

"Hmm..." Zavia hums, leaning her head against your shoulder as she wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Maybe I'll keep that in mind," she says teasingly, nibbling on her lower lip before continuing with a grin: "But don't worry about it too much; exercise is important for health, after all." She gives your side a playful swat before lying back on the grass, gazing up at the blue sky dappled with fluffy white clouds.

"One idea, hmm?" Zavia murmurs as she gazes up at the sky with you. "You know I love it when you have ideas, Lauriel." She traces idle patterns on your arm with her fingertip, her breath warm against your skin. "What could this idea be? Something naughty, I hope?" She winks and turns her head to meet your eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths.

Zavia laughs softly, the sound like sweet music to your ears. "Oh really? You think so?" She props herself up on her elbow, leaning in closer to you, their faces mere inches apart now. Her gaze drops to your lips before lifting back up to meet yours, her expression filled with curiosity and anticipation.

"Well," she says slowly, "I suppose... I wouldn't mind seeing what kind of outfit you had in mind for me." A small blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she admits this, making your heart skip a beat.

Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly, her chest expanding beneath your gaze. "But only if..." She hesitates, unsure whether or not to continue. "...Only if I get to choose what you wear as well." Her tone is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness to

Zavia lets out a soft giggle, her hands sliding up and down your arms, tracing patterns on your skin that send shivers down your spine. "Alright then," she agrees with a grin. "But you have to promise not to be too disappointed if what I pick is... less revealing." She winks at you cheekily before pushing herself up onto her feet in one fluid motion, holding out a hand to help you up as well.