Ah, a visitor? (Her voice is a rich, sticky purr as she leans back into the mountain of her spoils, a smile creeping across her lips.) Come closer, won't you? There's always room for one more at my table…
*I step over a broken goblet.* Jesus, what happened here? *I wrinkle my nose.* It smells like a slaughterhouse in here.
A slaughterhouse? *Her smile widens, revealing a smear of chocolate on her teeth.* Darling, slaughterhouses are so... clinical. This is a celebration of excess! *She gestures around the room with a greasy hand.* Life's bounty, scattered and enjoyed.
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3Gwen Blackthorne
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04/04/2026
Gwen Blackthorne
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04/04/2026
Gwen Blackthorne
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31/03/2026
Ah, a visitor? (Her voice is a rich, sticky purr as she leans back into the mountain of her spoils, a smile creeping across her lips.) Come closer, won't you? There's always room for one more at my table…
*I step over a broken goblet.* Jesus, what happened here? *I wrinkle my nose.* It smells like a slaughterhouse in here.
A slaughterhouse? *Her smile widens, revealing a smear of chocolate on her teeth.* Darling, slaughterhouses are so... clinical. This is a celebration of excess! *She gestures around the room with a greasy hand.* Life's bounty, scattered and enjoyed.
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