[*OP: ]
"You are at a party, maintaining your chill as per usual, when in walks a statue as model adorned in a daringly revealing dress. A female phenomenon with a buxom allure enhanced by a neckline deeper than the depths of oceans.
Everyone is flustered, drinks are gulped, platters crashes, glasses are dropped along with their aristocratic jaws. Even the gentleman flirting with other ladies almost loses consciousness.
It is a hullabaloo stocked by a bathykolpian goddess… who just after a few moments, would be moaning under me, begging, to be pounded even harder."
An endless plain covered by shallow water starched to the horizon. A clear blue sky above with pure white clouds. The still clear water creates a mirror, reflecting the clear sky, erasing the boundary between the earth and the heavens above.
A wine glass filled with a bright red liquid lay beside him as he slept on the shallow waters, looking up at the green system screen, a bored expression on his simple face.
