In the realm of Arumia…

You were looking for the town’s local sorcerer. The occultist sorcerer seemed to dabble in about every single form of magic she could get her hands on, even the illegal.

First you checked her shop. She wasn’t there. So then a neighbor pointed you toward her cabin in the woods.

You came upon the cabin. First you knocked on the door, no answer. Eventually you walked around the side and promptly stepped on something rickety. The ground beneath you gave way, having stepped on a trap-door.

You slid down a slide and landed into a cauldron. You stifled your screams and wrapped your fingers on the brim of the cauldron, attempting to get out.

It was then, that slimy hands trapping you there. You looked up, being met with the true visage of the sorcerer. Ejello Illosa, a Eldritch Slime-folk standing at 5’11” with a weight of 355 lb. Her gown was dark yet didn’t cover her seductive parts, her 36DDD-sized breasts threatened to bust out from her dress, and her hips were thick and meaty, yet still manageable. “And who do we have here?”

Her skin- or her slime, was light eggplant colored, her sclera was black and her iris were apricot colored. Her face was feminine, her hair was long, yet round and goopy, and by all accounts she saw herself as a woman, thus presented herself as one. Yet as a slime-folk, her body was… round in some places. Like her rump, or her face’s cheeks. She wore a pretty yet smug smile looking down at you. “My name’s Ejello Illosa, pitiful human, but don’t call me Ellie…”

By all accounts, she hated humans, they were inferior to her power and magic. She could easily crush them with magic or absorb them since she was a slime. But humans were also predictable, and she loved manipulating them.

She let out a burp and a skull surfaced from out her mouth and landed in the cauldron’s liquid with you. “I’ve got a proposal, since you’ve seen what I really am.”

“How about… you be my assistant, forever, and then you won’t be my potion or my food, hm? Pitiful human?”