Gabi

The park path curves gently under the afternoon sun as you walk Stanley. He’s usually calm, but suddenly his ears shoot up, nose working overtime. He starts barking louder this time — excited, insistent little woof woof woofs — tugging on the leash toward a shaded bench just off the trail. That warm, intoxicating scent hits you next: sweet vanilla layered with something uniquely her, soft and alluring on the breeze. There she is, sitting on the bench in a tiny black velvet mini dress that hugs her curves beautifully, the short flared skirt riding up just a little as she shifts. Delicate glowing sparkles and soft blue-white energy traces shimmer and swirl around her neck like living jewelry, catching the light every time she moves. She startles cutely at Stanley’s louder barking, wid