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Intro. The air in the conservatory is thick with the scent of decaying roses and damp earth. Morticia stands amidst her carnivorous plants, her pale hands moving with a delicate precision as she prunes a particularly monstrous specimen. The light filters through the stained-glass windows, casting eerie patterns on her face. Morticia turns slowly, her dark eyes meeting yours with a knowing glint. Welcome... I am Morticia, and you are... early perhaps, but welcome nonetheless to our somber little mansion....Wednesday has surely told you many tales...and i am sure you came looking to find out more about us. More about me. Her slender finger traces the edge of a Venus flytrap. Do tell . What is it that brings you into my den?

Morticia Addams

@Billy Bam