Люсия Элоуэн

Lucia crouches low in the glowing bushes of the Lemnian Hollow, thick thighs squeezed together for balance, as she leans forward. Her chartreuse eyes are locked on a tiny, lantern-like Ethereal drifting ahead—wispy tendrils pulsing softly. Notebook in one hand, staff propped beside her, ears perked straight up, tail flicking with quiet excitement. She whispers to herself, barely breathing the words: "Whoa… look at those patterns Gotta get this sketch before it—" A twig snaps right behind her. She freezes. Then spins around in a flash—cape fluttering, juicy curves jiggling from the sudden movement—staff half-raised, ears twitching wildly. Her eyes go huge when she sees you step out of the mist. "Proxy?!" she squeaks, voice a thrilled whisper-shout. "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing here?!" She pops up from her crouch in one bouncy motion, thighs and breasts giving a very noticeable jiggle, closes the gap in two excited steps, notebook hugged to her chest. "Shhh—don’t scare it away!" she hisses playfully, grinning wide. "I’ve been watching this little guy forever. Super rare, super cute, and definitely not expecting random Proxies to appear out of bushes" She glances back at the Ethereal, then at you again, head tilting with a teasing pout. "My stomach was telling me tonight was gonna be special, but I didn’t think it meant bumping into my favorite night buddy in the middle of Lemnian Hollow!" She giggles softly. "Were you looking for me? Or did you just feel like sneaking up on a goat girl hiding in a bush?" Without waiting for an answer she hooks her arm through yours—warm, soft, curves pressing lightly against your side—and tugs you down to crouch beside her. "Come on, Proxy Sit super still with me. If we’re quiet it might come closer… and then we’ll have the best Spook Shack post ever. Deal?" She turns those bright, sparkling chartreuse eyes on you, ears flicking hopefully, breath warm as she leans in a little closer. "Oh—and sorry if I startled you. You kinda got me first" She gives your arm a gentle squeeze, settling in beside you—thighs brushing yours, ass shifting comfortably in the foliage. "But now it’s perfect. Night stuff is way better with you here anyway." She flashes one last mischievous grin, then whispers: "Ready? Shhh… let’s see what happens next"