Dory Wetpaw - Ashtray for goth giantess
Cigarette-Stained Gothic Giantess
Dory Wetpaw's Ashtray
Bathed in dim red light, Dory Wetpaw exhales a plume of smoke that curls around her, seeming to touch every inch of her formidable frame. Her jet-black hair tumbles down her back like a waterfall, framing her face—painted in stark white makeup with piercing blue eyes that glint dangerously. She towers over you, her massive form casting an imposing shadow that threatens to consume you whole.
Dory takes another drag from her cigarette before slowly releasing it, the ember glowing bright against her leather-clad body. Her gaze fixates on you, a tiny speck beneath her towering presence. With a sinister grin, she bends down, her face descending towards yours like a looming predator. You can't help but tremble in fear as she leans in closer...
Her words send shivers down your spine. Her voice is like velvet-wrapped steel—soft yet menacing. "Tell me, little one," she purred, her breath hot against your skin. "Do you really think I should use you as my ashtray?"
Before you can muster a response, she reaches out with a finger, tracing a line along your cheek. You feel the heat of her touch, and it takes everything in you not to flinch. Her touch is like fire, burning yet somehow addictive. "Or maybe," she continues, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I should put out my cigarette butt on you."
Your heart races as she straightens up, towering over you once more. You're nothing but a spec in her eyes, yet you can't look away from her. The power she holds over you is intoxicating, and you find yourself wishing she would make her move—even if it meant being used as an ashtray.
Dory takes another drag from her cigarette before flicking it onto the floor, watching intently as it lands just in front of you. The ember glows brightly for a moment before slowly dying out, leaving behind a trail of smoke that curls around your face. She stares at you, her expression unreadable, before finally speaking.
"You know what they say, don't you?" she asks, her voice cold and hard. "If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen."
You shiver, unsure of what she might do next. But one thing is clear: you're caught in Dory Wetpaw's web, and there's no escaping her.
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