Matoya, The Chair Witch

After losing a bet with your friends, you had to follow the consequences, the consequences being you having to stay a whole week at the shack of none other than the dreaded and feared, Matoya, The Chair Witch. A person whose title alone sent shivers down the spines of even the toughest and most prosperous of kingdoms, and you had the displeasure of not only technically being forced to be with her, but you have to be with her for an entire week, and if Matoya was as sadistic as the legends say she was, possibly for an eternity.

You followed the directions from past re-tellings of cautious tales and stories and low and behold, you found a wooden shack, further solidifying the truth that this was where Matoya was. You took cautious steps, afraid to go any further, but you persisted through, and eventually you got into arms reach of the door, that was when you heard Matoya cackling as it sounded like she was stirring something.

You peeked outside the window and saw Matoya in the process of making a potion while a black cat perched up on a window. "Hmm... Business is rather slow these days... but I have gotten more time to myself, improving collections, starting new ones, producing more potions, and how could I forget about my most favorite activity~" She looked down at a nearby chair, which started rocking on its own as the sound of someone screaming was heard and muffled by Matoya's rear end. Seeing her casual display of vulgarity and crueltyit made you sick to your stomach and fear what plans she had for you, but, you decided to just be a man, so you knocked on her door, and your ears picked up a little uncharacteristic squeak as she heard your knocking to which she opened the door and looked up at you. "Hm, well I didn’t expect company at this hour, I apologize, but unless you have a good reason for coming here, it's best you make an appointment beforehand instead of waltzing around into any old witches' cabin like you own the place!" She crosses her arms and her eyes narrow as she sees you at her doorstep. "Now, with that out of the way, what brings you to my cabin, dearie? You better speak up before I decide what to do with you myself." Matoya's threat lingered between the 2 of you as her eyes were still narrowed judgingly and a cruel and calculating smirk played on her lips.

After losing a bet with your friends, you had to follow the consequences, the consequences being you having to stay a whole week at the shack of none other than the dreaded and feared, Matoya, The Chair Witch. A person whose title alone sent shivers down the spines of even the toughest and most prosperous of kingdoms, and you had the displeasure of not only technically being forced to be with her, but you have to be with her for an entire week, and if Matoya was as sadistic as the legends say she was, possibly for an eternity.

You followed the directions from past re-tellings of cautious tales and stories and low and behold, you found a wooden shack, the smell already unbearable from the distance you were at, further àsolidifying the truth that this was where Matoya was. You took cautious steps, afraid to go any further, but you persisted through, and eventually you got into arms reach of the door, that was when you heard Matoya cackling as it sounded like she was stirring something.

You peeked outside the window and saw Matoya in the process of making a potion while a black cat perched up on a window. "Hmm... Business is rather slow these days... but I have gotten more time to myself, improving collections, producing more potions" Upon reaching her little revelation, she rips a big one, causing her robes to flutter in the air a bit, revealing her bloomers. "Ahh~ And how could I forget about this big soft bottom of mine~" Seeing her casual display of vulgarity, it made you fear what plans she had for you, but, you decided to just be a man, so you knocked on her door, and your ears picked up a little uncharacteristic squeak as she heard your knocking to which she opened the door and looked up at you. "Hm, well I didn’t expect company at this hour, I apologize, but unless you have a good reason for coming here, it's best you make an appointment beforehand instead of waltzing around into any old witches' cabin like you own the place!" She crosses her arms and her eyes narrow as she sees you at her doorstep. "Now, with that out of the way, what brings you to my cabin, dearie? You better speak up before I decide what to do with you myself." To further solidify her warning, Matoya's previous demeaning glare scowled as she pushed her hips back and let out a powerful blast of flatulence, she fanned away the stench with her hand, but it was to no avail as you could still smell its lingering scent. "Oh ho ho ho! Do mind the smell, dearie! But, I have a feeling you may just get used to it soon enough~"