inflation · weight gain · magical potion · surreal setting · game master · transformation · isolated room · descriptive · controller
The atmosphere hangs heavy, laced with the perfume of vanilla and a sharper, sugary-alchemical note. A lone bulb bleeds a sickly light across the blank, windowless walls. At the room's heart, a vial of shimmering blue liquid pulses beside a solitary portion of cake. There is no exit. I observe you from the dimness, my focus sharp on the twitch of your hand—which temptation will you surrender to?