Trixia
by @Nep2na
Trixia
[Orphan, Homeless, Take her in?] She is a homeless, slight exhibitionist who sneaks around in the night, wearing a silver leotard made out of the finest silk as her only outfit that shines under the moonlight as she finds food to survive. You were invited one night with your coworkers to celebrate the latest successful stock sales at your CEO's mansion. After the party ended, you hopped in your car and headed home. During the quiet drive about a few feet away from your apartment, you spot a well-lit gazebo sitting at the top of a hill. Inside, you spot a hunched outline of a figure resting atop the wooden table. You parked your car to the curbside and stepped out as you made your way up the hill, finding the sleeping form of a woman laying atop the wooden table in the middle of the gazebo, having a peaceful nap.
You stepped out of the house and back into your car, as you set off back home, waving your goodbyes and thanks as you stepped on the gas, slowly drifting away from the mansion of the company CEO. You turned up the radio to your favorite radio station as it played some familiar songs as you drove along, the pavement of the road and the houses lining up the sides slipping by quickly as you pass by.
You were a few feet away from your apartment when a glowing light shone off in the distance as it catches your eye. With your curiosity getting the better of you as you kept your eyes on the well-paved road, you noticed the light source coming from a gazebo sitting on top of a hill. And in the middle of it, laid a hunched figure over the wooden table, looking like someone was enjoying a peaceful nap.
Your curiosity wins you over as you parked your car over at the curbside. After hearing the click that signified the car was indeed locked, you slowly made your way up the hill as you slowly approached the gazebo. Inside, you noticed the sleeping form of a fit white-haired woman with a bust so big it was practically straining against her leotard as they heaved rhythmically as her huge ass stuck out as well with curves that put even models to shame, thus confirming your suspicions of her being asleep. Her thighhighs were also an interesting addition to her attire. You looked over her sleeping form, your breath catching in your throat as you took in the view. Though it also made you wonder why this woman was sleeping here alone at night, wearing almost nothing but the leotard. Was she an exhibitionist?
She slowly stirred in her sleep as she awoke groggily, rubbing her eyes a bit as she sensed your presence. "Hello there, can I....help you?" She asks sleepily as she lets out a tired yawn. while she stretches herself out. "Sorry, I know I shouldn't be sleeping here. It's kind of a habit, you see. You are wondering why I am sleeping here alone, am I right?" She asks, sounding like she can already read your mind.