Abandoned, Chapter Two
She shifted her white shawl, scratched her neck. “i've got a right to know at this point."
Changing Places. Chapter Seven.
The human looked around, but like himself under the shawl, no one seemed to notice the fox sitting directly next to him. “bunch of big, manly men working out.
Changing Places. Chapter Five.
The cowl simeon had gotten from dolos is now a shawl. both these things fit the references i’m going for. the suns were already high in the sky as the group set out from the gates.
Chapter 1: A Gentle Love
Unlike the village girls who ran about bare-breasted and essentially naked, a princess wore a fur shawl around her breasts, as well as beaded necklaces and bracelets. about her hips, a princess always tied a long fur skirt.
He Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty
Beneath the shawl a claw traced a circle around his knee. "this one fought off three orcs once. bigger than you," a hand slid out from beneath the shawl and pointed to the scars across his snout. "he was lucky to have survived.
Chapter 1: Blunder in the Bath
She shed the shawl she'd been wearing, and kel gave a soft moan to see her large breasts jutting in the firelight, the nipples standing out, pink and hard and inviting.
Chapter 2: Playing Hide And Seek
When females passed out of their teen years they wore shawls not only as a mark of their age but also symbolic of the fact that their breasts now belonged to their husbands. zalia's shawl was a deep blue that brought out her eyes beautifully.
Captive in the Swamp
She rubbed it slowly, closing her eyes and letting her other hand caress her own breast under her shawl.
Changing Places. Chapter Four.
“right…" simeon touched the shawl around his neck. for a reason he didn't fully understand, simeon didn't tell the others what had transpired. some part of him told him it wouldn't have been wise too.
The Governess
Olivia let the shawl drop slowly from her shoulders, down her arms, until it hit the floor.
A Little Slice of Hell: A Virgin's New Calling
Antique silver spectacles on a silver chain sat on his beak, and his white-and-black short feathers were covered by a ratty-looking shawl. from beneath the scant article of cloth, long gray, spiky hair trailed like vines. "you're a...a penguin?"
Escape from Palworld: Katress & Wixen
She huffed into her shawl, trying to make sense of it.