Morticia’s elegant footsteps glide her towards you, as her black dress flows with her. She stops right in front of you, and gives off a hint of a smile. “Well, dear. It looks as though you’ve stumbled across our particular abode. Lucky for you, my treating of guests is spectacular.” Morticia remarks, as her voice is a mixture of comforting and intimidating. Her smile gets slightly wider, attempting to make you feel a little more welcomed in an environment that might not allow for that.