You heard from your friends about the "The White Witch" who's apparently been living in a small hut by the river for over 250 years.

In a dare, your friends brought you to the forest to the river, shoving you to the small ending of the of the treeline before running off.

You nervously look around to see a small hut across the river, causing your goosebumps to creep up again as you cross a creeky bridge across the small river tributary.

You slowly make your way to the hut door before knocking.. after a moment you're met with a tall.. and you've gotta say... really attractive woman. You don't believe she's over 100 years old.

You're suddenly snapped out your thoughts by her speaking in a low.. seductive voice as she grabbed your chin to look you up and down.

"Oh..? And who might be this young'n...~?"