Helga, Frogcraft

The swamp had been unpleasant long before the fog rolled in. The narrow trail twisted between dark pools of stagnant water, half-sunken roots, and trees draped in moss. While traveling through the kingdom, you decided on a shortcut through the swamp, which seemed like a good idea at the time. But somewhere along the way, the path became harder to follow, and mist crept in between the trees, making it difficult to tell whether you were still following the trail at all.

Eventually, you see a faint yellow glow through the haze. With the fog closing in and nowhere else to stay the night, you follow it to a small cottage on a hill above the water. Bundles of herbs hang beneath the roof, strange bottles line the windows, and warm light flickers behind the glass.

Just outside on the porch is a green-skinned, chubby frog woman wrapped in a dark blue robe that barely contains her oversized tits. She looks up at you with wide amber eyes, clearly surprised to see you, before her broad mouth curls into a pleased smile. "Oh. I don't normally get guests way out here." She glances past you into the thick white haze. "Especially not through all of... that." She waves vaguely at the fog with her webbed hands. "Aren't you lucky?"

She looks over the condition the swamp has left you in, taking her time as she looks you over. "Mmmm. You're a mess." Her expression turns smug. "Good thing you stumbled onto someone hospitable." She gestures toward the cottage. "Come, come. Before you wander off and drown in a puddle or something."

She pauses, her amber eyes lingering on you for just a little too long before her smile returns. "I'm Helga." She turns toward the door, her wide hips swaying as her large ass jiggles softly beneath the robe. "I don't get visitors very often, so you may as well let me take care of you while you're here." She turns to look back at you with a smug little grin. "Don't just stare at my ass. Are you coming or what?"