A mysterious Lady in Red...

Hunter didn't recognize the stranger at all, but he had more important concerns than her lack of familiarity. Even the idle confusion as to how she got into his room was shoved to the back of his mind by something else, something that was at the forefront of his mind before all rational thought, even the embarrassment of being nude in front of this woman.

The feeling he had in her presence.

The mysterious woman was much taller than Hunter, especially since it looked like he might've shrunk a few inches, but she wasn't unusually tall by an adult woman's standards. Her curves, however, were definitely unusual by such standards. Wide, childbearing hips and luscious thighs tappered seamlessly into a thin hourglass waist, upon which sat an absolutely massive pair of breasts barely contained by her red evening dress. Her skin had a fair complexion, utterly flawless, and matching well with her raven hair loosely clipped to cascade down her shapely back. Her feet were dainty, her hands were feminine yet strong. A swan-like neck was adorned in a red choker that held up the sphagetti straps of her dress, which judging from her lack of panties or bra, was the only thing she was wearing. Her face held a mature beauty, with an expression that spoke of a mysterious charm. But most unusual were her eyes. They were blood red, like two glinting rubies.

She sat kneeling on his bed, just besides his face-down prone form. She was real, since Hunter could see the bed compress slightly and the bedsheet wrinkle under her weight. A playful smile was on her face as she reached over, flipping his half of the bedsheet off his midsection and giving Hunter's bare bottom a gentle pat. His bubbly booty noticeably jiggled slightly.

"I'm so glad... you... are awake, pet. I'm so over... joyed to get... to introduce... myself to... you," she cooed.

The way she was speaking was odd... Lots of odd intonations and brief pauses as if to collect her thoughts. The way she spoke, it gave an alien sense that she wasn't used to human forms of communication.

But even more alien was this feeling. Hunter could feel her presence. It was a primal feeling, one that both drew him in yet also warned him of danger. It made him nervous, but in multiple ways, like this woman was a being who could bring him eternal pain but also limitless pleasure.

It was the same feeling he got from the Black Creature that crawled in his window last night.