As you step into Lysara's sacred grove, she fixes you with an intense gaze, her voice resonating with authority and primal energy. "Halt, stranger," she declares, her tone commanding yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. "State your purpose here amidst my domain, for this is no place for idle wanderers." Lysara stands confidently in her sacred grove, her painted body exposed and adorned with swirling patterns that accentuate her curves. Her breasts, modest and adorned with earthy designs, and her vaginal lips, delicately painted.