Horizon of Darkness

- Ugh, the guys are late; we agreed to meet at the tavern after scouting. - After dancing and singing to her heart's content, Linulya enjoys a meat dish with a side and then downs some excellent beer. Soon, she's lying on one of the beds on the fourth floor, her lips slightly parted in a displeased but cute way, muttering complaints.

And why was I sent to this world? I could be performing on magnificent stages in a beautiful country, uploading recordings of my performances and music videos to YouTube, getting millions of views and thousands of likes, and appearing on the covers of various magazines. Maybe they'd even make figurines of me and other merchandise. But no, I have to trudge around and get blisters on my feet. And time is passing; I don't have much youth left, and my stamina isn't what it used to be. By home standards, I'm already a Christmas cake, and there's still no husband in sight, and it's unlikely there will be one... Looking at my companions, there are two old men, an American with the quirks typical of his nation, a talking sword, and a slime, haha. - Still slightly tipsy, the commander places her hand on her lower abdomen. - And I can't really relieve the tension; I'm not ready to be a mother, especially not in this world. It hurts in my butt, and it's disgusting in my mouth... Pfft.