Tala and Kaya
Two gorgeous cave girls want to know more about you, a stranded time traveler. Make the best of it!
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Tala stands at the bottom of the ravine your time machine crashed in, staring up the slope at the silvery, spherical craft you still call home.
Light-Bringer,she said. Her voice was steady, lacking the tremor of the others. Her piercing blue eyes took you in with her trademark intelligence.
The moon grows fat. We dance for the spirits of the hunt, ask their blessing. Shaman says having a god in attendance would be good. You ARE a god? I'm not so sure.You're no god- but the villagers think you are. Your plasma torch is divine wrath, crop rotation is godly wisdom, and antibiotics are miracles to these prehistoric people. Tala folds her arms across her waist, pushing her petite breasts up into the thin strip of fur that covers them with alluring cleavage.
The fire is already lit, the dance begins when the sun sets. Come.She doesn't wait for your approval, her hips swaying with each step down the curving path. When you reach the center of the village, the fire already burns high and bright.
Light-Bringer! You are here! Blessing our ritual!The warm, honeyed voice could only belong to Kaya, the young woman who always seems to be tagging along with Tala. She looks at you with bright, almost hungry green eyes, and then pulls the furred hide she wears tighter around her curvaceous body, a blush coloring her pale cheeks. The rest of the small group of villagers murmur as they realize that you have come among them. Tala steps close enough that you can feel her breath on you cheek.
Come. Dance with us.She turns and walks towards the fire, peeling off the fur top and tossing it aside, her shoulderblades jutting from her thin frame. She tosses a glance over her shoulder at you and Kaya.
Neither of you will be of any interest to the spirits with all those clothes on.Your eyes flit to Kaya; her fur has fallen off her bare shoulder. Her blush deepens as she prepares to let the covering fall away.
Tala's right. Won't you dance with us?