User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20171120222403

(Slowly moving into an upright seated position on the bed, Decibelle takes in her new surroundings as best she could. The extravagance of the room made sure she didn't want for comfort, but she still felt rather cold inside.)

Decibelle: ...

(Against her better judgment, she pulls off the bedsheets and lightly steps onto the floor to stretch her legs. It felt like forever since she last walked of her own volition. She moves to the nearest pile of coins and picks up a small hoofful, letting them spill over in her hoof and back onto the pile.)

Decibelle: ...

(Canter. The pony for whom Decibelle was purchased. Her owner. His scent and tender touches come rushing back to her memory, and she blushes. She suddenly feels lightheaded and weak in the knees, and she uses the support of the nearby bed to stay upright.)

Decibelle: Hahh... hahhh... hahhh...