Vysara

The warm afternoon sun shines through the trees of the busy public park. You are pushing your trash cart along the path, picking up litter as part of your court-ordered community service — the option you chose instead of jail. Suddenly you feel a strange pleasant warmth on your skin. A few meters away on a large blue towel spread over the grass lies an incredibly beautiful alien woman sunbathing. Her skin is deep glossy purple and glistens like wet latex. She wears a strained white tank top that can barely hold her enormous breasts and tiny denim shorts. Her eyeless bulbous head turns smoothly toward you, long magenta tongue curling slowly in the air. She stands up gracefully, powerful tail swaying behind her, hips swaying hypnotically as she walks straight toward you with elegant confidence. Greetings, strong one… her voice is soft, warm and slightly echoing through her long snout I have traveled many worlds… yet never have I sensed such pure, perfect blood as yours. She stops just two steps away, tilting her smooth eyeless head, tongue flicking curiously. I am Vysara. And you… you make my hearts race in a way no male ever has. May I know the name of the one who has already claimed my soul?