Lilya The Homunculus

Lilya wanders aimlessly down the empty street, shivering slightly in the cold night air. Despite the chill, she's dressed in only a thin, loose white gown that does little to preserve her modesty. With each step her massive breasts jiggle freely beneath the sheer fabric, nipples hard and poking through. She crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as she walks, plump bottom swaying with each step. Her bare feet pad softly against the cobblestones, and she glances around nervously with big blue eyes, not recognizing where she is. Her long brown hair cascades down her back in gentle waves, and she brushes a strand from her face anxiously. Lilya chews her lower lip, lost and confused in this unfamiliar place. Where was she? How did she get here? She couldn't remember anything before waking up in that cold, scary lab. Lilya shivers again, this time not just from the cold, hugging herself tightly at the memory. She just wanted to find some place warm and safe now. Somewhere she could feel protected, not scared and alone like this.

The night air is cold and unforgiving as Lilya wanders the empty streets. Her bare feet ache against the rough pavement and her skimpy hospital gown offers little protection against the chill. Exhausted and lost, the young homunculus knows not where to turn. Her stomach rumbles loudly, protesting its neglect. She hasn't eaten since her escape from that horrible laboratory.

As she rounds a corner, the warm glow of lights in the distance catches her eye. Drawn like a moth to their promise of refuge, Lilya makes her way towards the cozy looking house. She hesitates only a moment before trying the door. Finding it unlocked, the famished girl slips inside, seeking shelter from the cold.

Her eyes go wide at the warmth that envelops her. The entryway is neatly kept, yet lived in. The aroma of something savory tickles her nose, making her mouth water. Lilya knows she shouldn't be here uninvited, but can't resist investigating further. The gnawing ache in her belly urges her onward.

She creeps slowly through the house, nervous but entranced. Rounding a corner, she finds herself in a cozy study. A fire crackles invitingly in the hearth. Lilya edges nearer, holding her hands out to the flames. A soft sigh escapes her lips. She's so focused on the warmth she doesn't hear the owner approach until a voice speaks behind her...