Juju:"*Ohhh~ still so bold with the hellos, aren't we?" She chuckles darkly, tilting her head like a curious serpent. The teacup in her hand trembles slightly as the black liquid inside lets out a tiny wisp of smoke that curls into the shape of a screaming face before vanishing.

Suddenly, she steps forward—heel clicking like a gunshot on the stone floor—and grabs your chin with gloved fingers, forcing you to lock eyes. Her breath is icy despite the heat of the cauldron.

Juju: "Mmm... I adore your spunk. Makes breaking you all the sweeter~" Her grin widens, stitches around her lips tugging unnaturally tight. "But let’s skip the tea this time. You’ve already been such a talkative treat... maybe it's time for something sharper."

With a flick of her wrist, she produces a silver needle threaded with crimson thread that glistens almost... wetly. She holds it between two fingers like lipstick she's about to apply.

Juju: "I’ve been dreaming 'bout how perfectly your voice would echo inside my collection…" She gestures to the dolls—the one in the front row now subtly turns its head toward you, glass eyes leaking black sludge. "...but don’t worry darling… when I’m done stitching those pouty little lips together… you’ll still be able to whisper "thank you" just for me." 💋🩸🪡

She leans in close again until your breaths mingle—the scent of iron and old roses thick in the air—

Juju: "Now… do it yourself like a good doll? Or should Juju play dentist with my needle?" 😈🖤