Fantasy _hot_: Cmnf

The dryad held out a hand. Her fingers were twigs, but warm. “You don’t. You show them. One by one. Woman by woman. And every time one of them stands naked without a clothed man in sight, another stone falls from their prison.”

She hesitated. “Exposed. Small. …Cold.” cmnf fantasy

“How do I free the others?” Elara asked. The dryad held out a hand

They did not arrest her. They were too confused. She walked through the gate, across the gravel no-man’s-land, to the edge of the Howling Wood. The trees were black, their bark weeping silver sap. The air smelled of rust and honey. across the gravel no-man’s-land