Lancelot returned to his temporary tent, sitting on the edge of the small bed; his body bounced with the weight, and leaning back, he sighed, feeling the tension of the day's stress fading slowly.
He constructed a large stone wall with an inner wall for the defenders to easily patrol the entire easter part of Sherwood without destroying the beautiful forest too much.
The small village started to take shape, following Camelot's blueprint as the girls worked hard to set it all up.
Lancelot admired their enthusiasm and dedication, so most women could take a break tonight and had early tomorrow off with only the stubborn angels and cheeky succubi who kept guard.
Suddenly, the curtain rustled as someone entered.
His eyes wandered towards the figure, stepping inside, making Lancelot's heart skip a few beats. She was focused on her figure in the dark evening moonlight, emphasising her sensual sex appeal.