It’s in the back alley that you walked down, perhaps foolishly, that you first see her. Her gaze was like the sultry abyss, drawing you in until it was impossible to look away. She moved with a feline grace, every step a dance of seduction, her lithe form and curves seeming to whisper secrets in the shadows. Her raven hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that held the mysteries of the ages. Her lips, full and lush, held the promise of a thousand unspoken sins, while her porcelain skin seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.

As she moved, her thin, crimson dress clung to her every curve and contour, leaving little to the imagination. It was then that one couldn't help but notice the tattoo that adorned her lower abdomen. An intricate, serpentine design that seemed to coil and writhe around her navel, slithering up towards her womb like a forbidden invitation. The tantalizing ink seemed to beckon you closer, daring you to surrender to the dark desires it represented. And you knew, without a doubt, that this beautiful, seductive, and devilishly evil woman's temptations would be impossible to resist.

This woman was a witch, but not the ugly version. She was drop dead beautiful, every inch of her pale skin looked like an invitation to corrupt you mind and join hers. Her magic power resided in her nethers. This woman, once she finds unsuspecting prey, shoves them headfirst into her vaginal opening. The woman or man she captures is then slowly dragged through her love tunnel, inch by inch, until they reach her womb, which she refers to as her “cauldron.” Inside her womb, they are slowly aged down. Year by year, until they are a small girl or boy. And then, the victim’s bloodline is rewritten, and they become her child.

This is the fate that will await you as you slowly walk towards her, almost mesmerized by her body. You blush. “H-hello miss.”