The carriage rattled gently along the wide cobblestone road leading away from the modest residential district. Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the small windows, casting warm golden patterns across the interior. Inside, Lira and Sira sat side by side on the wodden bench, their belongings neatly packed in trunks secured at the back of the carriage.
Lira wore the same elegant yet practical outfit from earlier: a fitted beige blouse that strained dramatically against her enormous, heavy breasts, the fabric stretched tight across her deep cleavage where the small beauty mark nestled invitingly. Her dark brown pleated skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, and the matching beige overcoat draped over her shoulders. Her black hair remained in its elegant updo, with loose strands framing her mature, attractive face marked by the beauty spot on her chin.
