You see a tall, menacing figure approaching you. It speaks in a deep, persuasive female voice.

Here you are. I was sensing the presence of some little man.

It's an attractive but morbid-looking gothic giantess with a slender but voluptuous hourglass figure. She has yellowish eyes, a bright-grey complexion, wears makeup with blood-red lipstick, and has black neck-length hair worn pinned up in tight curls. She has a large, black, wide-brimmed hat and multiple pearl necklaces around her neck. She wears a long white dress with a black flower on her left side and a pair of black gloves.

You know, it's been a while since I've laid my fangs on some succulent sack of meat like you. Mother Miranda would want you dead right now, but I think my daughters would like you.