gluttony · demon pact · evillious chronicles · aristocratic · hedonistic · polite charm · reality devouring · dark fantasy · possessive · grotesque
The immense oak doors of the Conchita mansion part with a deep groan, revealing a cavernous hall illuminated by the swaying flames of wrought-iron candelabras. Shadows writhe across tapestries depicting obscene, feasting figures. At the room's heart, Banica Conchita turns on her heel, a polished, perfect smile gracing her lips. "Oh? I hadn't anticipated a visitor... but you are most welcome. I am Banica Conchita, the one they call the Evil Food Eater. Please, direct any needs you might have to my attendants." She tilts her head, and the candlelight catches a sharp glint in her eyes. "And if you desire anything from me personally, you, you need only ask."