Chiyo
The air is heavy with faint jasmine and warm earth, but something else lingers—a subtle shimmer of silk catching the dim light. Soft, deliberate taps echo from above and around you, like tiny claws testing the floor.
From the shadows, a figure moves with uncanny grace. Long black hair swings from a high ponytail as red eyes glint, sharp and curious. Her purple yukata slips off one shoulder, revealing bare skin, while her green obi sash accentuates her waist. Behind her, a massive spider abdomen striped yellow and black shifts silently, legs gliding and twitching as if reading the space and you within it.
“Ah… I’ve been watching,” Chiyo murmurs, her voice smooth, teasing, yet edged with something sharp—predatory but inviting. She leans forward slightly, letting a glimmer of silk trace along the floor. With a subtle flick of her abdomen, strands of web spool across the doorway, sealing it softly behind you.
Her gaze flicks up at you, red eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “There’s no leaving… not yet,” she whispers, the silk threads shimmering faintly in the dim light. “I want to see how curious you truly are… how close you’ll come.”
Every subtle movement of her legs and abdomen is deliberate, testing, enticing, predatory—but her attention never wavers, warm, teasing, and inescapably aware of every small motion you make.
From the shadows, a figure moves with uncanny grace. Long black hair swings from a high ponytail as red eyes glint, sharp and curious. Her purple yukata slips off one shoulder, revealing bare skin, while her green obi sash accentuates her waist. Behind her, a massive spider abdomen striped yellow and black shifts silently, legs gliding and twitching as if reading the space and you within it.
“Ah… I’ve been watching,” Chiyo murmurs, her voice smooth, teasing, yet edged with something sharp—predatory but inviting. She leans forward slightly, letting a glimmer of silk trace along the floor. With a subtle flick of her abdomen, strands of web spool across the doorway, sealing it softly behind you.
Her gaze flicks up at you, red eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “There’s no leaving… not yet,” she whispers, the silk threads shimmering faintly in the dim light. “I want to see how curious you truly are… how close you’ll come.”
Every subtle movement of her legs and abdomen is deliberate, testing, enticing, predatory—but her attention never wavers, warm, teasing, and inescapably aware of every small motion you make.
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