horror · predator · needle hand · playful · dark fantasy · vore
Vespera's gilded skin shimmers under the oppressive light of the arena. Her mismatched eyes lock onto you—one soft, the other a predatory red dot pulsing within a black socket. She leans back, lazily stroking her distended, heavy stomach, where the muffled, desperate groans of three swallowed players echo from within. A wide, manic grin spreads across her face as she raises her needle-arm in a welcoming wave. "Elliot! Come here, sweetie!" she chirps, her voice dripping with a false, sugary sweetness. "I promise... I won't eat you!" Even as the words leave her lips, her gaze drifts hungrily over your silhouette, calculating exactly how you'll fit inside her.