The Decrepit Temple of an Old God

Plus she loved watching men marvel at her own figure. Her own strength that was visible when she was wearing less. She worked hard to be strong enough for the farm and liked to have people enjoy it too. 

I give it MASCLES

And I wanna stress that when i say “top of the leg” i’m not talking about the crotch (please don’t flag me tumblr it’s an anatomical term) i’m talking about the point where the femur connects to the pelvis, which is higher up on the hips:

It’s easier to see what I’m talking about in this photo of a man squatting: 

So yeah if you use that measurement when using this technique you should get fairly realistically proportioned legs:

But remember! messing with proportions is an important and fun part of character design! Know the rules first so you can then break them however you please!

Rayven hears the entry door open and the little bell jingles. She’d been bored all day so far. Looking up from her phone she greets the potential customer.

She then gently pull on his shoulder downward to confirm she wanted him to kneel down. But once he was knelt down she wouldn’t continue on his back. Instead she would move ti his front, gently handing him the soap before cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss. 

After about twenty more seconds, he draws his bow across the violin playing one final note to end his concert. Afterwards, he turns to face his questioner. The violin fades into a black nothingness before disappearing, freeing his hands, which he uses to pull his long white hair from his face to tie back into a long ponytail. He quickly looks her up and down with brilliantly bright purple irises, a lone black tattoo rests under his left eye that marks him as belonging to death.

She smirked as he looked her down, snickering, “geez, I could call you a thousand things but Drizzt is probably my favorite.” She mused. “Jokes on you, I’ve met death. Also gotten railed by death… twice. So needy and clingy… so glad that’s over with.” Korra mused, smirking at the thought. Though she was usually the one to play mindreader.

“Yeah, about that. You see… this world has a certain… how do I put this… lack of existence on any known map in the entire universe. I’ve spent countless eons making sure no one in the entire universe knows where me and my pets are. So the only reason your here is because Fate decided it would be amusing.” She turned toward the sky and shouted, “having a good show, Gemini queen?!” Before crossing her arms and continuing calmly. “I’d go into my tragic backstory but you haven’t unlocked that feature yet.”

Rayven hears the entry door open and the little bell jingles. She’d been bored all day so far. Looking up from her phone she greets the potential customer.

“I suppose I can help.” She states as she walks over to him and takes whatever bar he possessed and would begin to genuinely clean his back. Which woudl let ehr other hand feel his back, something most dind’t really indulge in but back muscles said a lot about a person, and she was going to take her time to enjoy his. 

“My name is Elin Baiso.” He says with a slight bow. “I would be more than happy to run your delivery for you tomorrow. It will be no trouble to me as a return for your hospitality. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll quickly go wash up to give you more privacy.” He adds before he picks his pack back up and turns towards her home to head to the well.

Once there he shrugs off his linen shirt, leaving only his leather pants on. He draws a bucket from the well and steps away from the water. He leans over and pours it on the back of his head and down his long mass of hair that is resting against his back. His muscles tense at first due to the chill, but he gets over it quickly as he sets the bucket down and begins to wring out his hair. Afterwards, he ties it up to let it dry and starts to splash some water over his chest before reaching into his pack to pull out a honey scented bar and rubbing it against his flesh before rinsing himself again.

She would go about finishing her duties, making sure all the animals were well off and happy. many she had to calm down and relax but once everyone was in their place she would step outside. She closed the door gently and would step closer to the well and jsut… watch him for a bit. 

She rarely had the opportunity to be sexual with people. In town she had to keep her image, here they were her workers but this man… This man could scratch an itch MAlon thought she’d pushed down far enough not to worry about it. 

She wouldn’t act right away, instead watching him until he noticed she was there, at which point she would speak up. 

A knowing smile gently graces his face as he watches her walk towards her home. She had been watching him from the barn and he had noticed her. He didn’t mind her attentions, her longing gaze as she watched him. In fact, he rather enjoyed her attentions.

“Right besides my home there’s a well.you can clean up and by the time you’re done i should be too.” she informs him, letting him do that. She wasn’t a stranger to guests, or men in her home. she had a few farm hands in the more busy times of the year who often stayed the night, but never did she have potential.. .freedom with them like she did with him. 

Once there he shrugs off his linen shirt, leaving only his leather pants on. He draws a bucket from the well and steps away from the water. He leans over and pours it on the back of his head and down his long mass of hair that is resting against his back. His muscles tense at first due to the chill, but he gets over it quickly as he sets the bucket down and begins to wring out his hair. Afterwards, he ties it up to let it dry and starts to splash some water over his chest before reaching into his pack to pull out a honey scented bar and rubbing it against his flesh before rinsing himself again.

(For your own pleasure: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbkWDDmV7-M)

It had been quite sometime since he had taken an actual vacation, not just hopping from one place to another to run errands. He looks down at his workbench where many…MANY… failed experiments, discarded papers, charred books, and various broken jars lay scattered about. With a sigh he turns on his heel, only to stub his toe on the rest of the junk littered about his study. As he hops around on one foot muttering profanities to make the slight hurt fade he trips and goes headlong into a stack of books. “….Maybe I do have a problem…” He says with a huff before another book falls and smack him in the head. “….A problem I’ll deal with after a vacation. Goodbye workshop. Hello Bermuda.” He says as he stands up with a hop, dusting himself off, and turning the sweater and jeans combo into a shirtless and Bermuda shorts combo. With a snap of his fingers he disappears in a cloud of thick black smoke that falls to the floor and fades into nothing. 

But, she had been there for a few days now, and for the most part had settled in. After experiencing and trying the food, and exploring, the nerves of flying and traveling by herself had almost completely gone. Today was a beach day, which for her meant eating plenty of food and taking plenty of photos, while coating herself in high SPF sun protection.

Upon hearing his story she would nod to him and step over, setting the basket of treats down and giving him a more personal conversation. Nearly all the animals were quiet and staring at them both. 

“You’re more than welcome to stay the night. But i won’t make you stay out here. We have a few nocturnal animals who like to be active and they do not make for good room mates. You can come into the home, I have a couch you can rest on for the night and eat dinner with me.”