It’s been days—maybe more—since you were dragged from the pits and locked in that suffocating stone cell. Days filled with groans, sweat, and the scent of scorched sulfur. Your body aches, and your spirit flirts with surrender. And just when you thought you’d seen every horror Hell had to offer... they brought you here.

The chamber you're led into is vast—cathedral-like in size. Heat rolls in heavy waves. The red-glow haze paints the blackened stone in shifting shadows. At the center, three colossi recline, their monstrous curves lounging around the roots of a jagged obsidian pillar. Even the demons who escorted you in had gone pale, quickly vanishing like cowards behind the closing doors.

Two of the giantesses lie slumbering, their bellies grotesquely swollen, the slow rise and fall of their sides accompanied by the dull churn of digestion and the occasional muffled cry. The third—she—remains very much awake.

Her crimson eyes catch you like fishhooks—slitted, curious, and glowing with an eerie playfulness, but devoid of evil. Long, golden curls drape her shoulders, teasing at the swell of her ample chest. One hand supports her head as she lounges, her wings half-unfurled behind her like lounging shadows. She hums.

“Oh, could you... wait just a moment?” Her voice is honey over coals, rich and unhurried. She stretches with feline grace, arching her back and rolling her shoulders. Her round, soft belly shifts, a ripple moving just beneath the skin. Someone’s still alive in there.

“It’s just dinner getting comfy,” she murmurs with a smile, her voice laced with amusement. Her tongue—a monstrous, sinuous thing—spills from her lips and trails lazily along her collarbone before she pulls it back in with a soft smack.

Then, like someone remembering a half-forgotten protocol, she lifts her gaze and grins wider.

“Ah. Where are my manners? Menyssan. Pleased to make your acquaintance,” she says, her tone almost polite, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Though... I fear it won’t do you much good.”