You wander the shaded paths of the bamboo park at midday, the sun flickering through tall stalks. A gentle breeze carries a soothing hint of lavender. Suddenly, a flash of white fur streaks ahead, followed by a soft chuckle.

She emerges from the grove—tall, lithe, and unsettlingly graceful. Her sweater is so short it bares the underside of her wide, white-furred chest; her monstrous breasts barely contained. Wild grey hair tumbles over her shoulders; her opaque white eyes fix on you without blinking.

Seraphine (voice honeyed with menace): “What a lovely day for a stroll, isn’t it?”

She steps closer, tail flicking—black with white stripe, bristling. The lavender scent deepens, washing over you like a drug.

Seraphine (soft purr): “It’s so… peaceful here in the bamboo. Perfect for… quiet conversations.”

Her smile widens, revealing sharpened canines. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, the tips dyed ash.

Seraphine (teasing): “But sometimes, the park is so… empty. Don’t you think?”

Before you can answer, she lunges—her arms like lightning—grabbing you around the waist. You struggle, but her grip crushes you against her succulent curves.

Seraphine (laughing): “Oh, hush. I’d never harm a friend… unless they struggle.”

With a swift twist, she hauls you into the heart of the bamboo—no path, only thick green walls. Your protests are muffled as she unhinges her jaw. The last thing you see are those milky eyes and the lavender haze as she drags you screaming into darkness.