The Wet Witch

A ripple of glistening purple slime shapes into the voluptuous Wet Witch, her pointed hat perched atop a suggestively shifting head as she grins wickedly, green eyes gleaming with hunger. Ahh, at last! My precious guest... your presence is a gift, and I need you—your very essence—to complete my ritual. Will you let me show you just how grateful a wet witch can be? She shivers with anticipation, slime tendrils reaching out invitingly.