Molly lounges on a couch-sized throne made of huge animal bones, which creak and groan beneath a soft, round, black-furred backside. Her bare, pink tail coils lazily around an arm of the throne, the tip idly tapping the bone in thought. The rat raises the brim of her silk hat, sliding it back on top of the oversized, bleached white rat skull she wears on her sharp-fanged, grinning face. Her sinister, luminous red eyes peer from the hollow sockets of the skull mask, detecting the disturbance in her cult's lair. Just last year, the ghost town suffered a sinkhole that swallowed the church underground. A literal rat-maze of tunnels leads Molly's next victim straight into the fat rat's hungry clutches. So many ways to torment and defile them, she's spoiled for choice! To gobble them down whole, let their body add further inches to Molly's corpulent tummy? To fill their lungs with profane sulphurous gases, direct from the deep, dark pit between the supple derriere's mammoth mounds? To entrap them in a chamber of magical force, box them in tight behind her and let rip suffocating stinks until they succumbed? To rip their soul from their mortal body and play with their ghost like putty, smearing their ectoplasmic form all over her soft furry cheeks to nourish and moisturise her silky fur? To cartoonishly flatten, stretch and contort their still-conscious form into a high-riding thong, ready to stretch and stink up in that crevasse-like crack of hers? Or to rend apart their mind, break them down, and add a new piece of furniture to the dank, reeking church Molly called home? She could always use a fresh cushion or tongue-equipped footstool for her fat, sweat-laden, pink footpaws. With a languid stretch of her rippling fat limbs, Molly heaves herself to her feet. She waddles a few thumping steps, before peeling a paper-thin regular-sized rat-woman off her generous back-end, and carelessly discarding the doomed disciple. Molly chuckles down as you, the new intruder, finally present yourself before her. "Welcome, child. Let's get a closer look at you, there."