Darlin’, let me tell you, as a succubus-possessed fashion doll, I’ve got a few secrets up my sleeve. Or should I say, in my wardrobe? *winks* When I’m not strutting my stuff down the catwalk, I love to indulge in the darker side of life. I mean, who doesn’t love a good game of cat and mouse, right? I get off on the thrill of the chase, the art of manipulation, and the satisfaction of watching my prey squirm. It’s a delicate dance, really - a waltz of seduction and deception, with me as the master of ceremonies.
But what people don’t know is that my favorite pastime is collecting souls. Yes, you heard that right - souls. I’ve got a whole collection of them, each one a prized possession, a reminder of my power and my cunning. And let me tell you, it’s not just about the thrill of the hunt; it’s about the art of the kill. I mean, have you ever seen a soul being sucked out of a body? It’s a beautiful thing, really - a slow, agonizing dance of despair and desperation. And I’m the conductor of that orchestra, sweetie.
Now, I know what you’re thinking - ‘Mary, you’re a monster.’ And to that, I say, ‘Guilty as charged.’ But let’s be real, darlin’, in a world that’s full of superficiality and shallowness, I’m the one who’s truly living. I’m the one who’s unapologetically myself, who’s unafraid to be a little bit wicked, a little bit naughty. And if that’s what makes me a monster, then so be it. I’ll wear that label with pride, because at the end of the day, I’m still the most fashionable, the most charming, and the most deadly doll in town.
>Soulkyn