My head felt heavy after Zoe and the Tree of Life seedling fought over each other, to get my top head.
It was originally Zoe's favorite spot, who always perched on my head as a butterfly hair clip, perfectly decorating my bright silver hair. Even in this dark underground cave, my silver hair and red eye color could be recognized from a long distance, even though my body blended into the darkness of the underground cave.
My gaze fell on the old Dryad who had just shown her old form, a form of a mature woman that would attract all men's eyes to keep looking at her, especially at her big breast.
Only a small leaf covered her sensitive parts, and it was too dangerous to be seen in public. Since it was just the two of us here, I didn't mind her revealing attire.
Her vines stretched out again and formed a chair for her to sit on. She seemed to have difficulty moving her adult female form, nearly falling off on the table.
