@forestfaye part5 forestfaye

Two tattooed women, one with dark brown hair and a slim build, the other a curvy redhead with glasses, hang out on a mat in what looks like a backyard or park. It’s daytime, sunny, and they’re just chilling — one sipping from a water bottle, both in casual clothes, talking or laughing off-screen. They’re close, shifting from sitting to lying down, faces inches apart at times, then rolling onto their backs, relaxed. No clothes come off in these frames, no touching beyond proximity — just the vibe of two friends comfortable in silence. The redheaded girl has thick arms and legs, covered in ink, her glasses slightly fogged or reflecting the light. The brunette’s tattoos wrap around her ribs and arms, detailed, looks like Japanese-inspired art. They’re not in a rush. The whole thing feels like the quiet moment before something happens — maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. Camera stays wide, no close-ups, no music — just ambient sound, birds, breeze. You’re just watching, like you’re there on the edge of the mat, not invited in yet.