The girl sets off gracefully in the apparent direction of her abode.
At the time in which the pair of you arrive the sun is begging to set
in the clear sky above and a yelow orange colour begins to take form
at the edge of the horision. You look ahead to see the girls village
which lies in a circlier deppresion in sand. Despite the dryness of
the desert heat you immeadiatly feel quite cool as if a breeze were
passing through. The houses of the village are all compsed of stone
bricks and wooden framing, though they quite appeal to the eye with
their beach holiday style apperance. You and the girl walk through the
peafull yet intriging village and arrive at her residense. It is a big
two storey house with a few windows and a veranda out the front. As
the girl leads you through the door you are suprised at how modern and
wealthy the interiour of the building is. If you had not just walked
in you would of sworn that you were in some rich buissnuess house
somewhere in the developed world. You are guestured at to sit down on
an expensive leather couch and you and the girl stare at Each other
for some moments. You can sense her gazing into your eyes.
"so.... dinner will be in about an hour.... what do you want to
do now?'