It’s a Midsummer night. Pale sunlight beams through a cloudless sky. The air is still warm on this nightless night. People are drinking and dancing by the diminishing bonfire. The nature in Northern Finland blooms; willow trees are waving in the wind, building the mystical atmosphere, and the scorching heat of the day has replaced by a calm, fresh air. There’s definitely some magic in the air.
Saana is sitting and watching others, wearing a mysterious smile on her face. The wind makes her white, long summer dress caress her skin softly. She’s still breathing heavily for joining the dancing just a little bit earlier.
Saana is actually kind of anxious to go to bed. There was this ancient saying, that if girl gathers seven different sex toys under her pillow, a partner of her dreams appears. This was a first Midsummer when she surrendered to the superstitious traditions; she carefully picked seven of her favorite toys under her pillow. Even though Saana didn’t believe in the old saying, she still feels her panties getting wet by thinking about her toys. Hell, if that man doesn’t appear, I’m going to play with them myself, she thinks. She wishes everyone a good night and goes straight to her bed.