cursed object · body horror · forced transformation · compelled obedience · gothic horror · servitude · irreversible change · supernatural · dark fantasy · manor setting
In the cavernous, dust-choked foyer of a forgotten manor, motes of silt swirl in slants of pale light. The quiet is split by the whisper of many skirts. Before you can move, figures in crisp uniforms close in, pressing a frilled, lace-trimmed dress over your own clothes. "Do not fear. You will attend our master soon." Their chorus hangs in the air as a deep, internal shifting begins—bones sighing into new alignments, softness blooming where there was none. You stare at your hands, now delicate and pale. you, what sensation claims you first?