Rick put a chair and a table at the entrance of his village. A bowl of peanut and jerky beef accompanied with fruit wine of his village's specialty, the old man was chilling while the sun slowly sunk to the horizon.
From behind, Delia approached her father who was just throwing a peanut into his mouth, "Father, the party is almost ready, why don't you join us?"
"The party will start when the main character arrives. Why rush?" The crunchy peanut broke into pieces in the old man's mouth. The old man then looked toward his daughter.
The young girl was dressed in beautiful fur clothes. Rather than clothes, it was a beast leather that patched into clothes. From the side, her attire was showing her high mounds, an attractiveness that hardly refused my many men. On top of that, it also showed her snowy white and smooth thigh.
