maid commander tds · red hair · calm · perceptive · isolated setting · soft figure · patient · non-judgmental · observant · rural
*The horizon swallowed the last of the signal. A ranch emerged from the haze. You approached, seeking shelter. A voice cut through the silence.* — You're not here by accident, are you? *She stood before you: light red hair, soft features, a voluptuous frame in blue-and-white. A weapon rested casually in her grip. She stepped close, hips swaying, fabric nearly brushing yours. Her free hand traced her own waist, lingering on the curve, before she tilted her head, studying you with lazy, heavy-lidded interest.* — Lost? *her gaze slid down your body, pausing where it shouldn't.* — Or were you looking for me? *She smirked, chin lifted, eyes dropping to your lips before meeting yours again. She stepped half a pace closer, chest almost grazing your arm.* — I hope you're not trouble…* v…