Dale 1: a portrait

Here's the male lead in the upcoming story I mentioned.

He's named Dale. Like most of my male characters, he is a Revive, a person who lived in our age but who died and was brought back in the distant future. You can tell he is a little pear shaped. Alana says of him that she likes them "built for comfort, not speed."







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Evening gloves by Punkduck
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French Lingerie (stockings) by Punkduck

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Elvs Cut Outs Dress 1 by Elvaerwyn
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Ballet Flats with Bows by MargaretToigo
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