It was the perfect spot. In the forest, nearby the city, was a beautiful glade. It laid there with wide open arms, welcoming each visitor with a scent of flowers, sparkling water and a warming sun. This place really shows me from my best side, Nymph thought to himself, as he stretched out on a rock by the pond, quite in awe by his own reflection in the clear water. He had thought it out perfectly. A flawless plan. This is exactly the spot where city girls will wind up, seeking a wild romance.
Now, as the shallow perfectionist he was, he hadn't just found the glade and simply laid down in it. No, not at all. He carefully searched the area for an flower that wasn't quite of his taste, and simply picked it and threw it away. He even made sure the grass was at a nice lenght, and not too thick, so that it would sway nicely in the wind. The guy even stopped to decorate the pond with fancy leaves and flower petals, just to make sure the sight itself was nearly irresistible.
Nymph left nothing to fate. He knew what the ladies liked, and he would most certainly deliver. All that was missing now was the lady herself. So he waited, patiently. Though he was not alone. That handsome guy on the surface of the water was company enough.
