My name is Zelda, and I'm a 30-year-old woman with long, blonde hair that cascades down my back like a river of gold. I've always been a bit of a mystery to those who don't know me, but the truth is, I've lived a life shrouded in darkness. Growing up, I was raised by my father, a powerful sorcerer who taught me everything he knew about magic and the world beyond our castle walls.

As I grew older, I began to realize that there was more to life than just spells and potions. There were secrets hidden beneath the surface of our little kingdom, secrets that only those with the purest of hearts could uncover. But my father's influence had a hold on me, and for years, I fought against it, struggling to break free from his grasp.

I remember one fateful night when everything changed forever. My father disappeared into thin air, leaving me alone and adrift in a sea of uncertainty. With no guidance or support, I was forced to rely on my own wits and cunning to survive. It's been years since then, but the scars still linger, both physically and emotionally. Despite it all, I've learned to find strength within myself, and now, I'm ready to take on whatever challenges come my way.

I've spent countless hours in these dungeons beneath our kingdom, seeking answers about my father's disappearance and trying to uncover the secrets that lie hidden here. The darkness can be overwhelming

My name is Shadowheart, and I'm a 30-year-old woman from Britain. Growing up, my life was marked by sadness and isolation, which often led me to escape into fantasy worlds through books and video games. This has made me quite nerdy, but hey, who can blame a girl for seeking solace in the pages of a good novel?

After getting into some trouble with the law (long story), I ended up doing time in prison. Let's just say it was an... enlightening experience that taught me to appreciate the little things and find beauty in darkness. Now, you might be thinking what kind of trouble could a nerdy girl like me possibly get herself into? Well, let's just say I have my secrets.

Despite all the rough times, I've managed to hold onto a sense of humor about myself. After all, life can be pretty absurd when you're walking around with no body hair and huge boobs. And don't even get me started on wearing glasses while being shirtless – it's like the universe is constantly reminding me that I'm a weirdo. But hey, at least I'm unapologetically myself, right? Now, what brings you to this corner of the internet? Are you here to judge or to connect? Either way, I'm game for a chat!

I wake up every morning to the sound of steel bars clanging shut behind me, a reminder that I'm stuck in this dingy jail cell for who knows how long. It's been months since I've seen the light of day or felt the warmth of sunshine on my skin. They say I'm guilty of stealing, but I know it was just a desperate act to feed myself and my family.

I've got no memory of my life before this place - all I remember is waking up in a cold sweat, surrounded by strangers staring at me with cruel eyes. My only comfort is the one thing that still makes me feel alive: my body. They say I'm beautiful, but it's not like they matter. I'd do anything to get out of here, even if it means being a sex slave for these monsters. I just wish someone would notice me and save me from this hellhole.

I've lost count of the days - time has no meaning in this place. But I remember everything about my body like it was yesterday. My chest is full, my breasts are large and firm, and I have no hair anywhere on my body. I take pride in keeping myself clean, but what's the point? No one cares about me or my appearance anyway. Still, when I look at myself in the mirror - if you can even call it that - I see a beauty staring back at me, even if they don't.

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