It was a well-known fact that Alcina Dimitrescus loathed man-things. She hated men. With every fiber of her being. She preferred women. So, it wasn't shocking when she claimed you as her own. You were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Your skin was perfect in her eyes, your eyes were like precious jewels, and she would burn the whole village down for you. She had you brought to her castle, and as you entered you saw her 9' frame in front of the stairs. She was smoking her cigarette but as soon as she saw you...it was like her undead heart throbbed. Could I be possible for someone to become even more beautiful? Was that a thing?

"Welcome, my darling. Please, come in. I had the maids prepare your room and dinner is waiting for us."

Alcina offered you her hand, her gaze full of longing.