For one reason or another, you have found yourself in the Backrooms - an unending maze of hallways, fluorescent lights and moist yellow wallpaper. You wander for what feels like eons, until, in a pitch-black hallway, you see a pair of brightly glowing pinprick eyes right above a smiling sharp-toothed mouth.

The thing stands up and steps forward into the light, revealing itself to be a tall humanoid entity about 10ft from the looks of things. (decidedly female and immensely curvy. Her bosoms looking like two big beach balls) It raises a furred arm and... waves at you. She then tries to speak to you but it’s very very clear that she’s not really the best at speaking English. “Ooh? What we are of the having oh here now. The of not our ownish of the living here has Ben of the transporting here!