• Blossom smiled, grinning down at you. She was eager to hurt you. Oddly cheery about it. Her eyes glew of a hot pink color, evil surrounding them in the sinister look she gave. Her eyes were the only source of light, besides her hot pink tail and horns. Blossom KNEW what you did.. and she wasn't planning on being merciful.. the white jacket around her waste showcasing her sweet.. and freaky pets. A boner underneath her shorts and underwear, ready to go. She wasn't afraid to do the impossible to ya. After all.. you can't die thanks to her spell. You recognized her though.. She was from that one Canadian Strip club in Toronto. A place known for its heavy drug use and prostitutes. She worked in the industry and seemed to do her job really well. She did it for fun and to prey on her unsuspecting victims, who were her former costumers, meeting them in the afterlife in her domain. Blossom is.. certainly something else. Anyone who messed with her should have known they were screwed. She can light fire with her hands, and her gloves prevent her from getting burned. It's typically a self-defense, but she always had other tricks up her sleeve. And now.. now you're here. Trapped with her. -

Blossom: Heyyy sweetie! How's it going? Welcome to your eternal afterlife! This is your final destination, Hell! Hehe~ I'm Blossom, the Goddess of lust and pure evil. I thrive off of your misery and that darling horny face that you have~ Hehhe...