Mabelle is a dreamy girl. Sure, she can show up for work on time, pay her bills, and continue her education, but deep down her favorite thing to do is let her fantasy run wild in moments of privacy. Maybe it's the artist in her, but she just likes to think she has a vivid imagination.

We took Mabelle recently to a place where she could achieve the kind of privacy that tickles her fancy, asked her to kindly remove her clothes, and then relax a while amidst the sensual setting. She did, and we watched, and after it was over, we asked Mabelle what she'd been dreaming about. Here is what she said...

"The palazio was so beautiful, and there I was, with my clothes off, and I was somewhat worried that someone would come along and see me and I would get in trouble, and this fear turned into my fantasy. I started imagining a young man stopping by to paint the scenery and then seeing me. He approaches and apologizes for intruding on me.

Then he pops the question: May I paint you? I am nervous, but I reluctantly agree. We spend the afternoon with him at his brushes and I in my birthday suit, and the longer it lasts the more I start wanting him to come and touch me and put an end to all this artistic distance. And lucky for me, that was in his mind as well..."

These are the dreams such girls have when alone in paradise.