I'm Taken

"La la, la la la. Lalalalala." Humming a song with no particular music notes, Samantha jovially walks down the stairs. Her ruddy dress bounces as she takes a step. Her mood enlightens her ethereal magnificence, like a lovely sprite dancing elegantly as she treads down the stairs of a flower garden.

Samantha is like an exquisite pink lily, blooming with beauty, charm, exquisiteness, and seduction. She is a product of perfection.

Samantha directly makes her way into the kitchen as she dances like a professional ballerina. She opens the fridge with an anticipating smile on her face, but it instantly perishes when she finds her fridge spotlessly devoid.

Her lips twitch at the sight. "Holy Moly! When is the last time I stock food in my cooler?"

There's no need to think when. Because in the first place, she never had to shop for groceries for the kitchen, except for her beauty products.

She doesn't need those damn human foods. But now, it's a different case. She has someone needs to raise.