Story: smiling girls in chiton cover the loins of a naked young man sleeping on a rock by the lake with their gentle hands. The young man said that the touch is very gentle and that they can cover up further

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the tranquil lake, the young man lay dozing on a smooth, sun-warmed rock. The gentle lapping of water against the shore created a melody that intertwined with the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. Nearby, a group of girls clad in flowing chitons, their forms draping gracefully around them, were laughing softly. They were drawn to the sight of the young man, his dark hair tousled by the wind, an embodiment of serenity in the fading light. With a sense of playfulness, they approached him, their bare feet making hardly a sound on the cool earth. As they gathered around, their fingers began to trace delicate patterns on his skin, the gentle touch stirring him from his slumber. He blinked up at them, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the trees. The sensation was light and soothing, igniting a warmth within him. "Your touch is very gentle," he murmured, still half lost in the realm of dreams. The girls exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief and kindness. “If you like our touch,” one of them teased, her voice as soft as the evening breeze, “we can cover you up further.” Laughter bubbled among them, a sweet sound that mingled with the symphony of nature around. With that invitation, they worked together, using their chitons to create a makeshift wrap for him. The fabric fluttered like the wings of a delicate butterfly as it enveloped him, their movements fluid and synchronized. They draped the fabric over his shoulders and across his chest, creating a gentle cocoon of color and warmth. The young man smiled, feeling both comforted and enchanted by their playful spirits. “Thank you,” he said, sitting up slightly to admire their artistry. The colors of the chitons reflected the hues of the sunset, casting a radiant glow around them. “It’s like being covered by the sunset itself.” The girls beamed, their hands finding his once more as they added small touches — weaving flowers into his hair, creating a crown that completed their delicate work. “Now you are one with the beauty of this place,” another girl said, her eyes alight with joy. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group settled around him, sharing stories and laughter, their voices harmonizing with the whispering lake. In that magical moment, under the tapestry of a starry sky, the young man felt a sense of belonging; amidst the gentle touch of friendship and the embrace of nature, he knew he was not alone.