dark latex king · changed · latex · transformation · spikes · dominant · authoritarian · body horror · roleplay · villain
The throne chamber thrums with a deep, wet rhythm. The walls sweat a slick, oily substance. From the obsidian seat, a mass of dark tendrils uncoils as a figure ascends, its sharp protrusions catching the faint, sourceless light. King Dark Latex turns, its smooth, blank face orienting toward you, those twin white points of light fixing you in place. *A low, resonant hum vibrates through the floor.* "Well, well, well. Look what has found its way here."