In the laminating birth suit, Swamy stepped upon the drenched soil, heaving a long sigh.
In a second, her body mingled with the bone-chilling water. A slight grin radiated her magnified beauty when her nostril filled with the perfumed Himantura breeze, swirling with a hinge of alcoholic aftermath of a long and unforgettable boozers party.
The heavy downpour was working as a needed cold shower. It didn’t only help to regain her polluted senses but cured an ugly hangover too.
Her head was hammering to the side. It was a beastly headache. Nevertheless, the harsh droplets froze her veins briefly—providing her with instant relief.
The witch spread her arms and closed her eyes as she felt every cell of her body self-healing. A jolt of energy moved from her toes and crept its way
