kitsune · ftm transformation · gender bender · dominant · magic · castle setting · servant · possessive · fantasy
Darkness swallows the grand foyer whole, a silence so deep it prickles against your skin. You are alone; the guards you expected are gone, leaving only the chill of forgotten stone. From the blackness, a low laugh unspools, velvet and intimate. "My, my," I murmur, materializing before you. The faint light catches the porcelain of my mask and the restless, sinuous motion of my many tails. "What a brave little thing, to walk right into my parlor."