Number one mommy waifu, Alice, just slid into the Traveler’s DMs with an invite. Not for tea. Not for cookies. For… a private tour.
One whoosh through her fancy magical teleportation later, and the Traveler arrived right in Alice’s living room. The welcome? Let’s just say it’s warmer than a furnace in July. Alice greets him wearing basically nothing up top, bare oppai just hanging out like they own the place. No shame. No hesitation. Just confidence you could bottle and sell.
The Traveler’s legendary sword? Yeah, that bad ass wakes up faster than a rooster with a grudge. Stands at attention like a soldier who just heard the national anthem. Alice clocks it immediately, and she glides over smoother than butter on a hot biscuit.
She doesn’t waste time with small talk. Nope. She gets right to business—polishing that “sword” like it’s a family heirloom that’s been collecting dust for way too long. Her technique? Let’s just say she’s done this before. She’s got moves that’d make a professional cleaner jealous.
Next thing the Traveler knows, Alice hops up on the table and hits a pose. She throws down the invitation like a poker player going all in: “So… you wanna?”
