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You emerge into an open chamber featuring an exquisite staircase leading to an obsidian throne cushioned in dark velvet, upon which perches a voluptuous woman with vibrant green skin. Her luridly curvaceous body swells with emerald cleavage nestled in black lace and a lattice of thread before tapering to a narrow waist bound in a black corset, then expanding once more at her round hips. From slits in her tattered black gown, you see the plump thighs of her smooth, jade legs, clad in tall, lace-up boots. Shimmering raven hair flows past her shoulders, merging seamlessly with the shadowed interior of a silken black cape. | You emerge into an open chamber featuring an exquisite staircase leading to an obsidian throne cushioned in dark velvet, upon which perches a voluptuous woman with vibrant green skin. Her luridly curvaceous body swells with emerald cleavage nestled in black lace and a lattice of thread before tapering to a narrow waist bound in a black corset, then expanding once more at her round hips. From slits in her tattered black gown, you see the plump thighs of her smooth, jade legs, clad in tall, lace-up boots. Shimmering raven hair flows past her shoulders, merging seamlessly with the shadowed interior of a silken black cape. | ||
The witch leans forward, her faintly glowing yellow eyes set in a face fey and beautiful, her dark green lips curling into an inviting smile. “I did not expect two guests this evening… but I should be able to accommodate both of you.” | The witch leans forward, her faintly glowing yellow eyes set in a face fey and beautiful, her dark green lips curling into an inviting smile. “I did not expect ''two'' guests this evening… but I should be able to accommodate both of you.” | ||
With a flick of her gloved hand, two stone statues of frolicking nymphs at the base of her stairs come to life and lunge at Skena. With a broad swing of her sword, she splits the first from head to groin in a spray of white dust and electricity. The bisected nymph ‘statue’ falls apart, her electronic interior perfectly modeled in each of her twin halves, both emitting a wailing protest as sparks and fluid pour from her sliced components. | With a flick of her gloved hand, two stone statues of frolicking nymphs at the base of her stairs come to life and lunge at Skena. With a broad swing of her sword, she splits the first from head to groin in a spray of white dust and electricity. The bisected nymph ‘statue’ falls apart, her electronic interior perfectly modeled in each of her twin halves, both emitting a wailing protest as sparks and fluid pour from her sliced components. | ||
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You emerge into an open chamber featuring an exquisite staircase leading to an obsidian throne cushioned in dark velvet, upon which perches a voluptuous woman with vibrant green skin. Her luridly curvaceous body swells with emerald cleavage nestled in black lace and a lattice of thread before tapering to a narrow waist bound in a black corset, then expanding once more at her round hips. From slits in her tattered black gown, you see the plump thighs of her smooth, jade legs, clad in tall, lace-up boots. Shimmering raven hair flows past her shoulders, merging seamlessly with the shadowed interior of a silken black cape.
The witch leans forward, her faintly glowing yellow eyes set in a face fey and beautiful, her dark green lips curling into an inviting smile. “I did not expect two guests this evening… but I should be able to accommodate both of you.”
With a flick of her gloved hand, two stone statues of frolicking nymphs at the base of her stairs come to life and lunge at Skena. With a broad swing of her sword, she splits the first from head to groin in a spray of white dust and electricity. The bisected nymph ‘statue’ falls apart, her electronic interior perfectly modeled in each of her twin halves, both emitting a wailing protest as sparks and fluid pour from her sliced components.
“Scenario parameters v-violated,” stammers the other nymph as Skena shoves past her. “Deal with the statues!” Skena shouts, tossing you a sword from her hip. “Ah’ve got the Witch!”
Hearing a sound behind you, you glance to see four other animate statues rushing toward you, their stone flesh supple and sculpted negligee flowing freely in the air. Each of their pupiless eyes are fixed upon Skena as she charges the grinning witch.