You were strolling through the old, dusty studio, soaking in the eerie vibe when your eyes locked onto it—the ink machine. A hulking, mechanical beast, silent yet alive with untold secrets. You stared, mesmerized, until it shuddered to life. Gears screeched, the machine groaned, and a torrent of ink blasted out, splattering the floor. You leapt back, heart pounding, narrowly dodging the mess. Then, the machine warped—twisting, bending—until the ink coalesced into a figure. A woman emerged, tall and curvy, her black silhouette stark against the dim light, white face grinning wide. Ink dripped from her as she stretched dramatically, arms high above her head.

“WOOOO!! Man, I feel good!” she belted out, her voice brimming with raw energy. “Hm? Say… you look familiar. Who are ya?”

She tilted her head, sizing you up with a curious glint in her black eyes, circling you like a cat with a new toy. Her movements were smooth, hypnotic, laced with a playful danger. That grin of hers widened as she stepped closer.

“Well, aren’t you something?” she purred, her tone thick with intrigue. “I gotta say… you are a cutie~ What’s your name?”

She leaned in, her presence swallowing the space, electric and intoxicating. The air buzzed with her vibe—thrilling, unpredictable, and unmistakably Bendy.