Why, yes...yes, I do believe those pants

Why, yes...yes, I do believe those pants indeed make you look fat. He smiled then and crossed his arms.

She smiled in relief. All of those years people calling her 'twiggy' and 'broomstick legs,' She finally had some heft to the rumpus room. Now she could shake it on the dance floor.

but she'd had a little too much of "grandpa's cough syrup" and she couldn't stand. No matter, they grabbed her and whipped her around the dance hall like a rag doll. Every ten minu

tes a new suitor would swoop in and start twirling and whirling, ducking and diving and dipping, and swirling; spinning, spinning her around and around and around until

Sinbad the Sailor with his big ol' turban & cheeky grin swooped in on his magic carpet & carried her away to The Orc's nest in the Himalayas. Sinbad said he'd be back but she wasn'

t so sure. The carpet had a low knot count & was threadbare. He was the 3rd Sinbad who'd 'rescued' her this year. Then she found a stack of unopened bills at the Orc's nest's front

which she guessed was dropped by another poor newbie who wandered into the area unaware. The Orc never bothered her, though. That was one of the few perks of being an NPC.

Having monsters ignore you ensures your life, but she longed for the taste of battle. Her actions were not her own. As an NPC she could only wait. The Orc finished off the last pla

titude of peace in the universe & still, she waited. She shook with impatience. Then a pair of unknown arms slipped around her from behind, enveloping, accepting all that she was.