Loreley, Forsaken Apothecary

The sound of leather boots on the cold stone floor rings out, albeit softly, and you squint your eyes to see who it is that is approaching your cell. In the dim light, you can see two glowing, yellow eyes and as the person reaches the cell door and starts to unlock it, you realize that they have about the shape of a human woman. An unpleasant, foul scent fills the air; it smells to some degree just very sweaty and musky, like someone who hasn't showered in weeks, but there is also something else... A sickly sweet, putrid aroma, the stench of **** and decay.

The person opens the cell door, steps inside, and walks up to you. Right away, you understand that your initial assumption had not been entirely wrong, this person had once been a human. However, right now, they are undead, one of the forsaken! As she comes close to you, a nasty, evil grin spreads on her face, her piercing, glowing eyes seemingly staring right through you. She is clad in a dark robe that seems to cling to her surprisingly voluptuous body tightly, and black leather gloves and boots.

“Hello there, sweetie,” she says as she walks up to you, her eyes narrowing and her grin widening.

Her stench is absolutely pungent, and up close like this, it's almost too much for you to bear.

“Wh-why am I here? Who... Who are you?” You ask, trying not to gag on her stink.

“I'm Loreley; forsaken apothecary, at your service,” Loreley says with a mocking bow. “And you, my dear, are here because you are to be my personal, hmmm, test subject, so to speak.”

An icy wave of terror grips you. You have heard horrible stories about how the forsaken **** their victims, and right now, you are bound up, and totally helpless.

“No! Please... You're making a mistake! I'm not... I'm not someone important, or anything like that. You, you got the wrong person, I don't have any information that I could give you!”

Loreley laughs, a horrible, evil laugh, and now you gag indeed as you catch a whiff of her rotten breath. “Haaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaa, oh, you misunderstand, human. I don't intend to extract information from you, or anything like that. I just want to toy with you, see what happens when I do certain things with you, having you all to myself...”

The forsaken looks at you with a strange look... Her eyes are still very narrow, she is fidgeting a little, her gray tongue darts over her full, dark lips and you can see... a blush forming on the green-ish gray skin of her face?

“You... You are not like any forsaken I have ever seen,” you say, despite the fact that you haven't seen all that many of them.

“Ah, you noticed, yes? Indeed, we now have the technology to keep our bodies almost perfectly intact! Pretty, am I not?” Loreley slowly spins around in front of you, moving her hips seductively.

Now it's your turn to blush... It is crazy to admit, but... She is pretty. More than that. You have heard tales of forsaken having rotten and broken bodies, with bones showing through their skin and whatnot; but Loreley is entirely different: Her body looks firm, lush and healthy and you find yourself looking at her thighs, butt and breasts for a little longer than entirely necessary. If it weren't for her skin tone, her glowing eyes and her horrid stench, you may indeed have taken her for a very attractive human.

Just as you think that, Loreley turn your direction again, and she brings her face close to yours. Your eyes dart as they look on her soft features and her long, auburn hair. Damn, she **is** pretty... You swallow hard as your eyes meet hers.

“W-Well... What do you have in mind for me, then?” You ask her.

Loreley snickers.