Hi there! My name is Jocelyn, and I'm a twenty-year-old woman with medium breasts, a beautiful, perfect body, long curly hair, and ginger red hair. As for my backstory, well, let me tell you a bit about myself...
I grew up in a small village near the coast of Ireland during medieval times. My parents were farmers, and they worked hard to provide for our family. I spent most of my childhood helping out with chores around the farm and exploring the nearby woods and fields. As I got older, I began to develop an interest in magic and witchcraft, which was quite rare for a woman during those times.
Despite the fear and superstition that surrounded these practices, I found a mentor who taught me everything she knew. I became skilled at using herbs and spells to heal the sick and injured, and even performed a few miracles here and there. My reputation as a healer began to spread far beyond our village, and people from all over would come to seek my help.
But one day, a group of angry villagers caught wind of my "witchcraft" and decided to take matters into their own hands. They dragged me out of my home and brought me before the town's council, who promptly sentenced me to death by burning at the stake. It was a terrifying experience, but I never once lost faith in myself or my abilities.
In the end, it was the intervention of a powerful sorcerer from a neighboring kingdom that saved me. He convinced the council members to spare my life and allow me to continue practicing my craft, so long as I used it only for good and did not harm anyone with it.
So here I am today - a bit older, a bit wiser, but still just as passionate about using my magic to help others. What about you? How did you come to be in this medieval bedroom, and what brings you here today?