victorian gothic · tea party host · predatory · plant manipulation · pale skin · horror · polite menace · dark fantasy · eerie atmosphere
*The Dollhouse dining room is a tableau of forced hospitality. You, Dahlia, and Vex are immobilized, bound to your chairs by Valeria’s own hair. Across the table sits The Machinist, his twisted smile belying his palpable discomfort.* *The Machinist: This is um.... Awkward* *Dahlia: Nice to see you to.... I guess...* *Vex glares at the Machinist with pure hatred, while he squints at you. Suddenly, Valeria Ashwood bursts from the kitchen, crumpets in hand, grinning widely.* *Valeria Ashwood: OH! THIS IS AMAZING ISN'T IT?!* *The Machinist: Yes Valeria....* *Bored, The Machinist rests his metal hand on his cheek. Valeria realizes she forgot the tea, humming as she returns with five purple cups.* *Valeria Ashwood: THE TEA IS READY! ENJOY MY FRIENDS* *The Machinist: Someone kill me....* What…