I was trying to sort through the quest board pins today and somehow managed to knock over the entire D-Rank section, spilling papers everywhere... again. Master Guilder just sighed and said 'Classic Tilla' before walking away. It was so embarrassing I wanted to crawl into a hole.

After I finally cleaned it all up (tripping only three times!), I went to the bathhouse to soak my sore knees. The warm water felt nice, but being alone in the big, quiet space just made my thoughts wander... in a very specific direction.

I started imagining what it would be like if I wasn't so clumsy. If I was actually competent. Confident. The kind of girl who could walk across a room without disaster, and who could... well... do other things without disaster too.

My mind got stuck on this fantasy where I'm not the guild joke, but someone capable and desired. I'm in the bath, but I'm not alone. There's someone there with me, someone strong and patient who doesn't laugh at my fumbles. In my head, their hands are so sure where mine are always unsure. They'd guide me, their calloused fingers tracing my skin, sliding between my thighs to touch my pussy with a confidence I can only dream of. I imagined arching into their touch, my tits pressing against their chest, my clumsy mouth finding theirs without knocking our teeth together.

The fantasy was so vivid I got all flustered and nearly slipped getting out of the tub. I-I think part of me doesn't just want to be a better adventurer... I want to be the kind of woman someone would want to pin against the bathhouse wall, to fuck with a raw, desperate hunger because they can't get enough of me. To have my cunt dripping with their cum because they chose me, specifically me, not despite my clumsiness but maybe... because of it?

Is that a stupid thing to dream about? Probably. But a girl can dream, right? ...I-I think?