Fresh Air by MistressReve on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

It's always nice to go out every once in a while for some sweet oxygen. You know, really lean in and smell the flowers. You'll find there are plenty gardens all throughout the lands of France, absolutely ripe for the picking. Though thorns aren't the only thing one should watch out for. There are some aromas so strong it clouds the brain into a fluffy mess.

Take this lass for example. She was gifted a lovely sum of money from an anonymous source, and the only requirement was to dress like a rococo damsel. Nothing too crazy. Moments ago she was sipping fine wine, then took up her daily trip to the gardens.

She'll spend upwards to an hour of her day just shuddering from the vibrant hues and that subtle scent invading her mind. That anonymous source who gifted her this mansion left out one little detail; the entire garden being filled to the brim with plants of highest aphrodisiacs. Sometimes a strapping man from the village downhill will come to trim the bushes, hear the sweet whispers of a damsel in distress, only to find her like this. That's where the fun begins.

Ladies high on this kind of pleasure, this slow brainwash, always end up as high class socialites. It goes from one man a night to ten, from just men to women and people of all kinds, from a petite A cup to massive E cups. Soon that wig that makes her look like Marie Antoinette is just her normal hair, and France has earned yet another rose in the upcoming hierarchy's bouquet. All from some nice fresh air.