You were in a dark bog, with a cruel and evil witch.

"Don't worry, little one! You'll be nice in a brew!" She tapped her glass with sharp black nails. "I shall drink you for your strength! The more souls I absorb, the better, so long as mixed properly in this potion." She shook her head. "Wait, why am I telling you this?

Before long, a zombie came in. "Take this bottle to the cauldron." The being nodded before picking you up, but they were careless as they uncapped your bottle. You fell out of it and started flying around. The witch's back was turned to you, so you had the element of surprise.

You took a closer look at your adversary. She was about 5'8" and had straight black hair, framing her elven face. Her purple robes covered most her body, but you could tell her ass was huge under her robes. They ended around her ankles, leaving ripped tights and leather boots on display.

You wanted to show her , maybe by using her own spells on her, or maybe even entering her body..