




β¨οΈπ§ββοΈThe Enchanted Call π§ββοΈβ¨οΈ
πChapter 5π
ππ§ββοΈShe moves toward you, each step
slow and purposeful, her rainbow π
curls cascading around her face
like a halo π. Her dress, delicate as
gossamer, clings to her body, the
fabric shimmering β¨οΈ like liquid silk,
tracing every curve and contour,
its smoothness reflecting the
moonlight π. You catch a glimpse
of her silky skin beneath-
glowing, flawless, soft as the
petals of a flower πΊ. Your breath
hitches, a sudden, urgent need
rising within you.π