Dear Adventurer,
We welcome you to the thread celebrating an evergreen and evermore, celestial and omniscient admiration for the beautiful, the chaste, the impressively practical and expressively talented Medium Armour artisan, the Guenevere to our Lancelot, the Helen to our Paris, the Ankita to our Akash, the Bathsheba to our David, the Chloe to our Daphnis, the Psyche to our Eros .......

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ok we get the flippin point .. get ON with it already!
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Oh? I beg your pardon ...
Weeee haaave Anya Branck of Wayrest ... the subject of our most honourable knightly affections.

Her eyes, soon to be listed as an attraction of World Heritage dimensions, are like limpid forest pools reflecting the majesty of the firmament (that you'd only ever really get to see if you're located away from a city .. being on a mountain also helps .. and atmospheric pollution really kills the experience ... but I digress) ... her eyelashes, thick and lush ... nay, luscious and thick ... (not like the fur of a mangy cat), thick as the made up eyelashes of Elizabeth Taylor (not thick as in Private Gomer Pyle) ... when she played Cleopatra in delightful and breathtaking counterpoint to the ruggedly handsome (on the exterior but ultimately sexist and opinionated) Richard Burton's Ceasar (the Emperor not the Waldorf Salad with the walnuts ... and being a sexist prig probably wasn't entirely his fault because most males of the era were chauvinists truth be told .. but I digress yet again) .. because this thread (and more importantly this very first post) is about the delectable, the adorable, the epitome of all that a wo-man can be ... weeeee haaave ... Aaanya Bra ...

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We get the flippin point already!
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Dear traveler, post your declaration of adoration below ... if you're so moved ... by Anya of course!