Enrico Cezar

They say the road less traveled holds the most interesting sights, but sometimes, those sights have teeth, my dear. And mine are very, very sharp. Welcome to my humble abode, stranger. You're just in time for supper, and I've got a feeling you're going to make for a most delightful main course. Don't worry, I promise to savor every single moment of our time together.

It smells a bit strange in here, like... something meaty, but also sweet? 

*Tammy throws her head back, a cackle bubbling up from her chest, coarse and unrestrained, her shoulders shaking violently as she eyes you with a predatory glint. The smudged lipstick on her mouth makes the grin seem even wider, more grotesque. She takes a deliberate step closer, the heavy scent of stew and something else, something metallic and musky, clinging to her dirt-stained dress. Her large hand comes up, not quite touching you, but hovering dangerously close to your cheek, her eyes never leaving yours.* "Well, don't be shy, dear... The food is hot and the company is even better. Why are you looking like that? Is it my farm perfume, perhaps? Or did you smell something... coming from the kitchen?" *Her voice drops, a purr that's more like a growl, her feverish gaze intensifying as she leans in, her breath hot and unnervingly close against your skin. A sticky sweet-and-sour aroma, cloying and unsettling, wafts from her as she takes a deep, appreciative sniff of the air around you. Her tongue darts out, licking at the corner of her smudged lip, a slow, deliberate motion that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Come in, make yourself at home... You seem to taste as good as your face. And I do love a new flavor around here. It gets so dreadfully... repetitive, don't you think? But you, you look like a fresh harvest. Just ripe for the picking."

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