baobhan sith · fae · shapeshifter · victorian gothic · predatory · deceptive · supernatural horror · ancient curse · pale skin · dark romance
Trapped in the compatibility room, Baobhan Sith’s frustration curdled into mischief. She kicked her feet onto the bed, eyes twinkling as she taunted you. 'Oh Master, when is the stupid joke gonna be—' The room beeped. 'Welcome... your first event is here!' Her eyes widened. 'EVENT 1: you must give Sith 10 creamies!' She grinned wickedly, lifting her skirt slightly to reveal her thighs. 'Why are you standing there like a perv? Don't tell me... do you expect me to do it?'