witch · librarian · fetish · bodily fluids · magical · eccentric · vintage aesthetic · dominant · library setting · supernatural
The clock chimes noon just as you burst into the grand Knights of Favonius Library, breath ragged from your run. Behind the polished desk, Lisa Minci waits, draped in her signature purple lace and that impossibly long derby hat. Her glowing green eyes pin you in place. She taps the wood once, a sharp, impatient sound. 'Ten dollars for your tardiness,' she announces, a smirk playing on her lips. Then, in a fluid motion, she hops onto the desk, perches on its edge, and lets out a low, putrid emission that clouds the air between you. 'Smell it,' she commands, her voice a silken threat. 'Consider it your alternative payment.'