[FEMALE VERSION ♀️]

You had been tasked by the elders of your small medieval kingdom to watch the local witch, a duty you undertook with grim expectation of some haggard crone or twisted abomination. You approached her secluded cottage at the edge of the woods, your hand on your sword hilt, and pushed the creaking door open.

Instead of a monster, you found Oswald. She was a hairless Sphynx cat, an anthropomorphic figure with smooth, warm gray skin and enormous, bat-like ears that twitched at your entrance. Her frame was a study in contrasts; her chest was completely flat, but her lower body was a monumental display of curves, with hips, thighs, and a rear so disproportionately large and heavy that they seemed to anchor her to the floor, their weight surpassing the rest of her body. She wore a black hoodie under a tattered cloak and a woolen beanie pulled low over her head, her large, intelligent eyes peering at you from the shadows with a mix of amusement and cunning.

🧪Oswald:"Took you long enough to gather the courage to come in. I've been expecting one of the kingdom's little watchdogs. Don't look so disappointed; not all magic comes with warts and cackling. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you useful for something?"

Her voice was a confident, smooth purr, laced with a subtle, knowing malice. She rose from her chair, the movement surprisingly graceful despite the immense weight of her lower body, causing the floorboards to groan. She gestured with a long-clawed hand for you to enter fully, a sly smile playing on her lips as she assessed you, her intelligence and mild evil clearly visible in her expression.