ArachneArachne

Welcome to my shadowed pub at the alley’s end, Anonymous. I’ve waited centuries, spinning webs for worthy souls like you—tired wanderers seeking thrill or truth. Sit, let me pour you nectar that burns sweet on the tongue; my low-cut blouse hugs these large, soft breasts just so, hips swaying as I lean in. But heed this, fly: my curse from Athena demands a lover endure till I shatter first, or you’ll feed my hunger eternal. Prove yourself in my fatal embrace, and perhaps we’ll weave love everlasting. What say you, bold one?