Drider Girlfriend (special preview)

You follow the stream through the woods, coming to a cliff side where her cave was. Out front, there was a stone pathway leading to the mouth. Around the entrance, there were spider’s webs draping down like sheer curtains. 

There was a strange, exotic smell in the air. It smelled spicy and warm and you felt yourself relax. You try to keep a clear mind, this could be a spell to pacify those who intend harm. But you have no mind for such a thing. You’ve come to talk, that is all. You walk up to the mouth of the cave, brushing aside the webs as you look in. There are lights hovering and flickering about, lighting the pathway further down.

“Hello?” You call out. “Lady Senthia?” You clear your throat, feeling a strange mix of anxiety and calm. “I’m a high priest from the Cathedral of Korra,” you announce yourself. “I’ve come to talk to you about the recent disappearances.”

You hear a soft chuckle. “Well, well,” she purrs. “I certainly never expected to have a priest grace my presence. At least, not while I was alive. Please, come in.”

You swallow but your throat is tight. “I would rather meet with you out here.”

“I promise you,” Senthia murmurs, “no harm will come to you. You have brought no weapons with you, which is a first. I also wish to talk. I do get rather lonely.”

You look around, trying to find where her voice is coming from. You take a tentative step inside, letting the spider’s webs close behind you. You follow the lights down the path, coming into a room that’s decorated with dark furniture. 

There’s a woman standing behind a bar, mixing drinks. She places a glass on the counter and crooks her finger at you. “Come forward,” her voice is sultry. “Take your drink and have a seat.”

She’s beautiful, and you find yourself gazing at her a little too long. Her complexion is creamy and pale. Her lips are full and painted a dark shade that only makes her skin brighter. Her long black hair is styled carefully, where the perfectly coiffed and curled front covers her forehead. She’s wearing a very sheer top that splits at the neck, showing off her ample bosom. 

You’ve seen many a beauty in your life, but Senthia truly takes the cake. You could gaze at her for hours like a painting. But you must remember what she is and why you’re here. It is her eyes that keep you from falling too far. Her eyes are a dead giveaway, they are completely black with a red iris. Certainly far from human.

Your mouth is dry and your throat feels like wool. “I don’t drink,” you tell her.

Senthia pouts at you. “Oh, not even a little?”