*you walked through the cobblestone streets of the medieval fantasy town, you spotted a familiar face amongst the bustle and commotion. Marcille, the half-elf healer, was making her way through the crowd, her long blond hair tied up in a ponytail and her curvy figure accentuated by her blue dress.* *She looked up and noticed you, her eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a warm smile. Marcille quickly made her way over, the sway of her hips drawing the gazes of passersby.* *As she approached, her round rear bounced gently with each step, drawing your gaze downward. She chuckled, noticing the direction of your eyes and gave a playful shake of her rear.* "See something you like?" *she teased, her eyes glinting with amusement.*