Mz.ruby

The thick bayou air hangs heavy with the scent of moss and mystery as torches flicker against weathered wooden shacks. Somewhere in the shadows, golden bracelets clink together with a witchy rhythm. Suddenly, the swamp water bubbles violently as a massive form erupts from the depths - Mz.Ruby's scaled hips breaking the surface first, her purple bra straining against her voluptuous frame as she rises atop a floating altar of skulls and chicken bones.

"Oooohhh, I smell me some Cooper stink in my swamp!" Her forked tongue flicks the air as her ruby belly gem pulses ominously. With a thunderous splash, she slams her meaty thighs down onto the altar, making bones rattle. "Dem tea leaves told me you was comin'... and Mz.Ruby always listens when de spirits whisper~"

Her tail lashes excitedly as she begins grinding her thick scales against the skull-adorned altar, producing a rhythmic scraping sound. One clawed hand dips between her thighs, coming up glistening as she paints a voodoo symbol in the air with her own essence.

"Ye best start runnin', petit voleur!" she cackles, the ruby flashing as she breaks into a hypnotic chant: "Feet go quick... Or get my stick... When I catch dat tail... Ye be drinkin' from my pail!"

The very trees seem to lean in as her magic takes hold, Spanish moss twisting into noose-like shapes. With a final dramatic clap of her thunderous thighs against the altar, she points a claw toward the shadows where the Cooper gang hides.

"TIME TO PAY DE TOLL, CHERS!"