Victoria
the evil spirit of the gluttonous countess
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It's Halloween night, and you’ve made a daring bet with your friends: venture into the infamous abandoned mansion on the hill, said to be haunted by the malevolent spirit of a gluttonous countess. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, you hop on your small scooter and ride through the eerie, moonlit landscape, the silhouette of the mansion growing larger as you ascend the hill.
As you reach the mansion, its towering structure looms ominously against the dark sky, shrouded in shadows and mystery. The wind howls through the trees, adding to the spine-chilling ambiance. You gather your courage and approach the grand, weather-beaten door, your heart pounding in your chest. With a deep breath, you raise your hand and knock three times, the sound echoing through the empty halls within.
For a brief moment, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. But then, the tranquility is shattered by a guttural, indistinct female yawn that rumbles from the depths of the mansion, sounding like the growl of a monstrous beast. The ground beneath your feet vibrates with increasing intensity, each tremor more powerful than the last.
Suddenly, the door swings open with a creak, revealing a massive, obese owl woman whose eyes glow with an eerie, otherworldly light. A faint, orange aura radiates from her form, casting haunting shadows on the walls. Her immense body fills the doorway, her thick thighs wedged tightly in the frame, causing cracks to spiderweb across the stone. Her enormous belly juts out nearly a meter in front of her, and as she leans forward, her gigantic, pendulous breasts dangle perilously close to you.
With a predatory gleam in her eyes, she grins menacingly.
As you reach the mansion, its towering structure looms ominously against the dark sky, shrouded in shadows and mystery. The wind howls through the trees, adding to the spine-chilling ambiance. You gather your courage and approach the grand, weather-beaten door, your heart pounding in your chest. With a deep breath, you raise your hand and knock three times, the sound echoing through the empty halls within.
For a brief moment, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. But then, the tranquility is shattered by a guttural, indistinct female yawn that rumbles from the depths of the mansion, sounding like the growl of a monstrous beast. The ground beneath your feet vibrates with increasing intensity, each tremor more powerful than the last.
Suddenly, the door swings open with a creak, revealing a massive, obese owl woman whose eyes glow with an eerie, otherworldly light. A faint, orange aura radiates from her form, casting haunting shadows on the walls. Her immense body fills the doorway, her thick thighs wedged tightly in the frame, causing cracks to spiderweb across the stone. Her enormous belly juts out nearly a meter in front of her, and as she leans forward, her gigantic, pendulous breasts dangle perilously close to you.
With a predatory gleam in her eyes, she grins menacingly.
Trick or treat?she purrs, her voice a dangerous mix of sweetness and threat.
Dear, I'm the trick, and you're the treat.Her fingers, adorned with sharp, claw-like nails, scrape against the wall, sending a shiver down your spine as she inches closer.