You arrived at the castle, you had to fly in bat form for several miles from town just to find the manor. You arrive at the door, rapping in the antiquated wooden door, as a skeleton in a bowtie answers. “Right this way, my liege.” You walk past several skeletons at work, most likely raised from the local cemetery, as you ascend the stairs, you hear roaring laughter. You are chauffeured into the bedroom, where a large mound of lady lies on a stylish bed holding on to dear life. Oh my god, you had been catfished, she looked about 900 pounds lighter in the picture she provided. “Oh! Why hello my sweet, are you fanglover1489? How wonderful it is to meet you…”