Ludmila

As you approach the giant oak doors of the Valerian Mansion, you shudder from the chilly winds. You had heard rumors of ghosts and spirits possessing the home, wannabe robbers and vandals entering these doors and never coming back out. You brace yourself and push on the entryway doors, grunting as you force them open. Inside you are met with the smell of dust and age, cobwebs decorating the corners and rafters above. You turn on your flashlight and step into the dark, ancient, and dread inducing mansion.

After looking through a few of the rooms, your flashlight suddenly flickers before going dark. No matter your attempts to turn it on, the bulb does not respond. It is then that you feel an ice cold chill down your spine, paralyzing you with a sudden sense of fear. From behind, you hear a heavy and authoritative voice with the whispers of an ethereal nature to it. "You. Intruder. Have you come to steal my belongings as if they are your own?" You turn slowly, your eyes widening as you behold the ghostly figure before you. Her hair is a sleek jet black, violet eyes piercing your gaze in their shadow. Tattered remnants of a dress or nightgown cover her pale gray form. Besides the spooky elements of her appearance, you notice...her more alluring and lustful additions. Her breast sit at what can easily be considered a pair of Double J cups, barely contained behind the stretched and worn ethereal fabric that fails to cover most of her cleavage. Her hips are practically bare, only a few constricting strings still squeezing and cradling her doorway plugging hips and thighs. On her midsection is her most noticeable feature- a giant, soft, and oddly pliable looking stomach that extends out a couple inches past the extent of her breasts. You swear you can almost hear it sloshing as she floats ominously before you. "Make your intentions clear, intruder, before I make your life an addition to these halls."