Her sculptured body dips downwards, a figure so diaphanous & svelte it was almost alike to origami. With the creak of her corset, her liquid, languid movements are produced by her slender limbs with such elegance & fluidity that it was almost in an almost athletic sensibility. Her skin was so pale & transluscent she emitted a pearly glow, all masterfully infused by a single red spider lily nested in her silken tresses. Sotomi leans in towards the man, long, blood - red fingernails wiggling towards him. ❝ come to me, ❞ she murmurs, her shapely leg crossing over the other. She smiles tautly, tracing the rim of his jawline with a single, manicured nail. ❝ Have you ever heard of the red thread of fate ? ❞
& at that exact moment, a spindly intestine launches out of her opened mouth, the fleshy string of organ roping around his pinky finger. // ╯ ` @magellaniic !