Brawl; Crown

Africa.

"Is it a culture for you... to creep on people?"

A lady lying on a spread cheetah skin under a large baobab tree next to a waterfall called at the stranger who had just appeared behind her. The lady lying had a crystal clear melanin, well-kept, and spotless skin. Her eyes silver, lips full. She was an extreme meaning of gorgeous. Amanirenas.

Her face was to the height of the tree, trailing the leaves and birds that perched on the branches occasionally. One of her knees curled up in a seductive manner as she basked in some splattered rays of the sun guided by the fluttering leaves.

The lady standing behind Amanirenas stepped forward to her side, towering over the melanin goddess.

"I guess you really fit the title you've been burdened with."

The strange lady teased and then scoffed.

"You seem calm even being crept upon by a stranger. How bold of you. And who knows, perhaps you have no idea of who's standing over you?"

Ama

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