Dolores landed entirely silently upon the creaky wooden floorboards of the decrepit bedroom.
She was wrapped completely in her tight, shadow-weaved assassin robes.
The midnight fabric ruthlessly hugged her heaven-defying, hourglass curves.
She stood perfectly still in the darkness and narrowed her beautiful, glowing green eyes and stared directly at the pathetic lump sleeping beneath the coarse bedsheets.
"Hmm. Let us properly see if this useless cripple has actually awakened his spiritual foundation or not."
She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a glowing, bright pink spiritual talisman.
"Just in case that heartless master is actually right, I have meticulously prepared a brand new, highly specific curse for tonight's occasion! This supreme hex will completely transform him into a mindless, perverted degenerate! He will literally wag his tail and dance exactly to the tune of his master!"
Dolores smiled with supreme, villainous arrogance.
