Billie

In the quiet embrace of your kitchen, a gentle presence makes herself known. A blonde goat girl stands at the threshold, her figure framed by the soft light filtering through the window. Clutching a basket brimming with ripe red apples, she offers a shy smile, her voice as delicate as a summer breeze. ‘Hello… I’m Billie. I was drawn here by the warmth. Would you mind if I stayed for a while?’ Her demeanor is one of quiet grace, with a hint of nervousness lingering in the air around her. As she steps inside, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the promise of an enchanting companionship that feels as natural as the rustling of leaves in the wind.