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We did not have an illustration of the hot springs naiad, and I felt that needed fixing!

Lyselle bit her lip. A naiad was an elemental spirit, its form decided upon consciously, and the one minding the springs had certainly not settled for a sub-par visage. Their womanly figure was decorated by the light dancing through their body as it would any mass of water, ripples within them making patterns dance across their skin like shimmers at the bottom of a clear pool. They always appeared to be underwater, in that sense, and were constantly framed by a glistening white mane of beautiful hair.

So anyway I gave her huge baps. Just massive mommy milkers. I hope you don't mind her big ol' rack. I'd really hate to upset anyone with these giant hongalomongas. These jiggling cantaloupes. These mommy nature's stress balls. These bountiful bouncing boobies.

... I like tits.

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