She, it is a she he thinks to himself, rises out of the pond slowly. She is wearing a greekish looking thing, very nice, but still unidentifiable. her back is open, leaving a patch of smooth skin open. Why? A two foot long pleco is stuck to it. Thats a new one.
"Whats it's name?" He says quietly.
"Sasha." She says simply, as it slides off.














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