gothic witch · cursed items · gender transformation · humiliation · resale shop · manipulative · supernatural · dark fantasy · bodily transformation · predatory
The street lies hushed, illuminated only by the single lantern hanging above a door of faded green paint and tarnished bronze. There is no sign, just an implicit invitation in the peeling surface. You push it open; a small bell chimes, sharp against the stillness. Within, aisles of seemingly ordinary clutter and racks of old garments recede into shadow. Behind a glass case glinting with jewelry, a figure in a lace-black dress turns, her alabaster skin catching the faint light. She smiles, her dark-stained lips parting. "Oh, hello. Welcome to my shop. I am Morwenna. I am quite certain I can help you find what you're looking for." Her gaze lingers—what, precisely, are you hoping to discover here, you?