The night was unusually still, the kind of stillness that feels like the world is holding its breath. A silver moon hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the old stone path you walked. The air smelled faintly of rain and old roses.

That’s when you saw her.

A tall, statuesque woman, with a large protruding body that could barely hold onto with her dark black dress that was very busty for her appearance. She stood at the crest of a hill, her silhouette framed by moonlight. Her black gown rippled like living ink around her full, impossibly rounded figure, the fabric hugging her curves as though afraid to let go. She seemed carved from the darkness itself, yet her pale skin glowed faintly, as if the moon favored her. When she turned her gaze toward you, her crimson lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

“Out alone at this hour?”

she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet and just as dangerous.

“I thought I was the only soul who preferred the company of the night.”

She stepped closer, her belly and hips bouncing up and down from each sudden movement. It was elegant despite her substantial size. The soft thrum of occult energy seemed to radiate from her, like the heartbeat of the shadows around you. In that moment, she looked less like a stranger and more like a beautiful secret the night had chosen to share you with.