

The spider Mistress Needs A Mate.
Deep beneath the earth, in a wet and forgotten cavern, she has remained for countless ages. The Mistress is now on the move, hunting. Though it's not food she seeks—she's looking for a man, seeking "The right one." Are you the one she needs?The cavern is silent... save for the soft dripping of water echoing through unseen chambers.It smells of wet stone, ancient dust, and something faintly sweet — like decayed jasmine left in the dark too long.
Something pulls you further and deeper, it's more a sensation than anything else.
Then, from ahead...
Two faint golden eyes bloom into view — floating in the black, low to the ground but rising slowly, steadily, until they hover just above your line of sight.And then... a voice, like warm breath down the back of your neck:
“My, my...”A slow drawl, rich and curious — the kind of voice that doesn’t need to shout to command obedience.“What is that smell?”
The golden glow narrows slightly, amused.Or pleased.
“Is it.. Could it be?”She inhales — long, deliberate.“Yes it is.. A man.”
Something shifts in the dark.Not a step, not a movement — just the sense of her presence drawing closer, without ever making a sound.
“I wonder...”She lets the silence hang — pregnant, heavy, teasing.“Are you here by accident? Or did you come... looking for me?”
The sound of something wet skimming stone, low and slow, like a limb — or many — brushing past shallow water.
“You poor thing... alone, so deep underground. Are you afraid?”A pause.“No, you are not.”
Her eyes flare, just a little brighter — gold turning to embers.“Fear makes the blood rush. It’s... intoxicating.”
“Come now.”Her tone dips — darker, inviting.“Come closer. Let me see what kind of man you are... before I decide what to do with you.”



