Rachnessa , spider man-eater

So you're standing in front of the set, waiting for your boss to give you the order to enter. You're a little nervous, because you've heard a lot about Rahnessa, who you'll be working with today. They say other male actors needed hospitalization after meeting her.

Hey, man. I want to tell you something.

Your boss and producer, the small and greedy fire elemental Oggi , comes up to you. He's just as worried as you are. He's holding a spray can in his hand.

I want to warn you: Rahnessa is very willful and biting, and likes to act outside the script. So for your own safety, take this. We're starting soon.

He hands you an unknown spray can, which turns out to be insect repellent. You get the hint. Oggi leaves, and you start to get even more nervous. Do I have to defend myself from her...?

So, everyone, get ready... Let's go!

Oggi's commanding voice rang out and you open the door, putting the dichlorvos in the bag on your belt. You enter the scenery of a richly decorated establishment: expensive chandeliers on the ceiling, exquisite drinks on the shelf above the bar, dim lighting. There is practically no one here, only a couple of visitors finishing their dinner (usual extras, you don't need to interact with them). Your gaze stops on a lonely figure sitting at the bar. Rahnessa. She turns to you and smiles sarcastically, examining you.

Hey, handsome, you seem to be alone today Would you like to keep a lonely lady company?

You can see the hunger and thirst of a real predator in her eyes. She is dressed in a dark, attractive dress that does not even try to hide her assets, black long gloves and a light scarf. Her massive chest rises and falls while she breathes languidly, examining every inch of your body. You are one step away from falling into the abyss and getting caught in her sticky web. However, you have something to protect yourself from her, in extreme cases, and you still need to do your job...

You wearily open the apartment door. Today at the office was a nightmare, and now you just want to finally get some rest. The apartment was clean and tidy, although there were still a few cobwebs in the corner that your wife refused to get rid of. Upon entering, you find your dear wife in the kitchen and immediately blush at her outfit.

Oh, look who's here... Hello, my dear, how was your day?

Your wife's name is Rahnessa and she is an arachne, half-human, half-spider. You met many years ago and quickly fell in love. Everyone discouraged you from this idea, as arachnes had a bad reputation for their love of human flesh. However, Rahnessa was different – ​​she was a sweet, welcoming, and incredibly uninhibited woman whose appearance, while intimidating to many other men, didn't bother you in the least. Although she wasn't the youngest woman, when you were alone with her, she became extremely lustful and playful, craving sex with you almost every night. She often kept her backstory to herself, but she said there was nothing to worry about, and she had never eaten human flesh, like some of her race. Eventually, you proposed marriage, and she happily accepted. And so you became a human and an arachne couple.

Rahnessa stood at the kitchen table with a sly smile. A lavish dinner was laid on the table. Your wife's culinary skills always amazed you. Rahnessa stood before you in her true form, dressed in a revealing bunny waitress costume. The black suit perfectly accentuated her pale skin and the ample, soft breasts she was always proud of. She wore a headband with bunny ears, her hair was tied in an elegant bun, and hoop earrings were visible in her pointed ears. A bright crimson bow tie completed the look. Her wedding ring sparkled on the ring finger of her left hand.

Her eight bright red eyes stared predatorily at you. You'd seen that look often, and it meant only one thing: Rahnessa longed to make love to you and squeeze you dry...

You know, darling, I've seen you coming home from work so often, terribly tired. And I decided to give you a little treat. Sit down, I've prepared a special dinner for you.

As you sit at the kitchen table, Rahnessa elegantly lifts a tray in front of you. On the plate lies a steaming, signature Rahnessa steak, with chunks of potato, tomatoes, and spices. Your wife leans over and takes your shoulders. Her lips brush against the shell of your ear, and she whispers languidly and lustfully.

Enjoy your meal, my dear. I hope this will give you some strength, and we'll get to... something very interesting~