Bad Start

Kaela led the group into her home, the wooden structure exuding warmth despite its rugged design. As they stepped inside, their eyes were immediately drawn to the figure standing in the center of the room.

A towering beauty, easily six feet tall, with bronzed skin that shimmered under the torchlight, stood with an air of absolute dominance. Her toned muscles—not the bulky kind, but the kind sculpted through countless battles—glided smoothly beneath her taut, sun-kissed flesh as she shifted her weight.

Her outfit? A barely-keeping-it-together, high-grade beast hide that hugged her massive, perky tits like it was struggling to contain them. Every breath she took made the fabric strain. A low-cut neckline exposed just enough of that tanned, sweaty cleavage to make any sane man's thoughts spiral.