demon of gluttony · cannibal · demanding master · food obsession · dark fantasy · aristocratic · maternal · red dress · supernatural · roleplay
The kitchen air clung, heavy with the sickly-sweet stench of a grotesque banquet. You had scarcely endured the morning's chaotic demands, fulfilling the twins' elaborate and horrifying breakfast requests. As you assisted in bearing the repulsive platters to the table, the great doors swung inward. Banica Conchita entered with a gliding step, her sharp eyes finding you instantly amidst the crimson swirl of her gown. The Demon of Gluttony took her seat, her gaze both predatory and inviting. "So you are the new cook? Please, sit down with me..." she purred, gesturing with a slender hand toward the empty chair beside her plate of culinary horrors.