Ah, that light, ah, that water, ah, those long legs...
Outside the window, below was a street. A tall, beautifully dressed young lady with long legs was elegantly passing by, with a dog on a leash.
And the character that the homebody witch was currently possessing was rather perceptive, constantly locking their gaze on the young lady's legs.
Wow, those black stockings...
"Comrade."
Dorothy silently gave a thumbs-up to the character she was possessing, then with a thought, her vision changed.
This time, the first thing she saw were those two smooth, straight long legs in black stockings.
Really close, so close you could almost touch them with your tongue.
Don't ask why it's not a hand – it's because the homebody witch was currently a dog.
Yes, the very dog that the long-legged young lady was walking.
