Camelia turned as she closed the door and looked at the two women in her wagon. She walked over to a liquor cabinet and pulled out some glasses and a bottle of Izzy's moonshine, filling all glasses with a nice bottom of the strong-tasting alcohol. She was about to offer the two women their drinks, when Obscura started to disrobe in front of them.<br/><br/>Camelia felt her heart race faster in her chest at the jingle of Obscura's jewelerry dropping down onto the floor. Then, as she loosened the cloth from around her waist, Camelia felt her mouth get dry. She took a sip from the moonshine and watched Obscura reveal her naked form, beautiful in the light of the wagon. Shadows increasing the beauty of Obscura's body, and adding an element of shadowy mystery to that delightful form that was hidden underneath the skirt.<br/><br/>Cam put the glass back down on the table right next to her, slowly approaching Obsura while her eyes were locked on the blind woman's body. There was something most definately off, she noticed. She kneeled down in front of Obscura, now being close enough to take in the sweet scent of the woman, a mixture of perfume and the musky smell coming off her body.<br/><br/>Gently, she placed her fingertips onto Obscura's stomach, tracing the lines of the tattoo she had put there some time ago.  The skin felt soft and warm to the touch, and the smell of Obscura made it quite difficult for Cam to focus on what was different. Especially when her fingertips reached the woman's inner thighs, so close to sliding underneath that loincloth and touching the velvetty softness that was only barely kept hidden underneath. It was so tempting to take advantage of the situation, so tempting to just slide a fingertip underneath the cloth.. Just as it had been oh so tempting the first time she got this close to Obscura's most intimate parts.<br/><br/>Yet somehow, she found her focus and continued to trace Obscura's thigh, although her fingertips made different curves as that the ink of the tattoo did. Her fingertips traced the way Camelia had placed the ink on Obscura's body, enhancing the woman's thighs and legs. Yet where she had placed the ink... there was nothing. The ink had shifted somehow.<br/><br/>With large green eyes, Camelia looked up to Obscura, her face a show of complete and utter confusion.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"....How the...."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>