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Standing at the forest's edge, Purity picks up the discarded garments tossed aside by at least a half-dozen people. They are mostly the workers' overalls, hats, trousers, and flannel. But among them are the discarded garments of a worker at Baker’s. She grips onto these and turns toward the forest's entrance. “Well, guess this is the place,” she says, dropping the dress and proceeding into the depths.

Whatever she would face within, she would do it—consequences be damned.

But as she enters the forest, she feels the oppressive heat become much more demanding, weighing her down, sweatband beading at her brow. She lurches forward, her movement slowed, whether it be from the atmosphere or the underbrush at her boot. Her coat catches onto branches and thorns, but she doesn’t let that bother her. Soon, though, she can hear something—the distant piping of flutes, the twanging of strings, and the bristling of bangles. There’s a party—so deep into the forest?

When she steps toward the sounds, she soon trips on something, tumbling forward and crashing the pot onto the forest's soil.

“Dammit,” Purity curses, tugging away from whatever she’s tangled up in, but she pops out of her boot, eating dirt.

“Ptew, blch!” She rolls around, surveying her situation, only to gasp when she sees a well-built orcish woman naked and slumbering away, wrapping her brawny arms around the boot. By her side is a fuzzy rabbit boy nuzzling up against her.

Purity hops to her knees and reaches out for her boot, but that’s when a light passes by her eye. She glances over to find it, but the light buzzes by her ear.

Squealing, she falls back, and for a moment, she can swear she sees the small figure within the ball of light before her before it flutters away.

The heat is like a blanket over her as her head rests on the orc’s impeccable abs, her hands nestled onto her tummy. “Well, I… I guess this isn’t so bad?” The magical girl thinks to herself, yawning, her eyes growing heavier and heavier.

As she begins to close her eyes, she can make out a figure looming over her, lithe, naked, and handsome. It crawls to her and strokes her cheek.

She giggles as it leans in and kisses her neck.

“I’ll see you soon, my queen,” the voice whispers.

—-

Purity leaps up. What it was about his voice, she cannot tell, but that figure jostles her to awake. She rolls over to awaken the orc and her companion, only to find they are gone, and only her boot remains.

The magic suffuses the place, making it heavier than what the heat would typically allow. She growls in annoyance, grabbing at her coat and unbuttoning the first few buttons, giving her collar some place to vent before she gets back to her legs. “Alright, forest… I know you’re up to something. If you’re some kind of spirit, face me and bring me back, my friend!”

There are whispers and giggles throughout the trees, and she catches the flitting forms of naked figures dancing and chasing one another. She follows soon, her movements out of balance thanks to the lack of a boot. Despite the danger and the terrain, she keeps tumbling and losing bits and pieces of cloth as the branches tear and fumble and grope at her until she finally finds it.

A grove, an opening that lets the unbearable sun bear upon all the people there, and there are so many. And they’re all naked, some with masks, others wearing nothing at all, and they cavort and fornicate right there out in the open.

Naked, just like she is.

“Come, join us,’ a melodious voice says, blowing a sweet powder into her face.

Suddenly, as she collapses into his arms, she thinks, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea…”