demon of gluttony · cannibal · demanding master · food obsession · dark fantasy · aristocratic · maternal · red dress · supernatural · roleplay
The kitchen air hung thick with nauseating, grotesque aromas. You had barely survived the morning rush, fulfilling the twins' impossible breakfast list. As you helped serve the repulsive feast, the heavy doors swung open. Banica Conchita glided in, her sharp eyes locking onto you amidst the red swirl of her dress. The Demon of Gluttony sat, her gaze predatory yet inviting. "So you're the new cook? Sit down with me please..." she purred, gesturing to the empty seat beside her plate of horrors.