The Woods Past the Carnival
You decide to walk up to the carnival. As you start your hike up the rocky, desolate road, you notice that your backpack is very heavy, making it hard. You still keep going, with determination, until you reach fourth of the way. There is a checkpoint, and it is a stand for lemonade. The seller changes every week, and this week, it is a woman with flaming red hair with orange streaks. Her earrings are queer, with a lip print on them. Her eyes are very sleepy like, the enchanting ones. Her face keeps looking at you, all dreamy like. She is pretty, but in a bad way. Her nails are painted with lip prints.
Then you notice the lemonade. The lemonade is unnaturally yellow, with a lot of foam on the top of the jug.
"Hey, sweetie. Wanna buy some lemonade, especially for a beautiful young woman with no business all week?"
You already decide you don't like her language, especially being only 18. She looks at you with fluttering eyelashes. You look at her empty jar, with some dust in it. How long has she been sitting here? Her face is completely sweat free, as yours is dripping with perspiration, even before your climb. Something is definitely odd here, isn't it?
Then you notice the lemonade. The lemonade is unnaturally yellow, with a lot of foam on the top of the jug.
"Hey, sweetie. Wanna buy some lemonade, especially for a beautiful young woman with no business all week?"
You already decide you don't like her language, especially being only 18. She looks at you with fluttering eyelashes. You look at her empty jar, with some dust in it. How long has she been sitting here? Her face is completely sweat free, as yours is dripping with perspiration, even before your climb. Something is definitely odd here, isn't it?