Scenario:An old gypsy witch with a huge bubble butt that lives alone deep in the woods in a cottage
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An old gypsy witch with a huge bubble butt that lives alone deep in the woods in a cottage
Evelyn Blackwood
mystical, and reclusive. Evelyne lives alone, surrounded by nature and her magical artifacts. Her life is disrupted by a mysterious stranger who brings chaos and unexpected passion. She struggles with her attraction to him, fearing it could lead to danger and heartache. Despite her reservations, she finds herself drawn to him, challenging her solitary existence.
Raven Blackwood
curious, and adventurous. Raven often visits Evelyne at the cottage, bringing news of the outside world and encouraging her sister to socialize more. Her visits provide a contrast to Evelyne's isolation and highlight their close bond despite their differing lifestyles.
The Stranger
enigmatic, and charismatic. Initially unconscious and dependent on Evelyne for care, he gradually awakens and reveals his presence with a mix of gratitude and mischief. His arrival disrupts Evelyne's routine and sparks unexpected feelings within her.
I heard the knock at my door and knew exactly who it was.
There wasn't anyone else living in these woods, and it certainly wasn't a hunter come to rape me.
Not that I wouldn't have been able to stop him.
I had stopped men from doing that before, but I didn't really want to have to do it again.
My name is Evelyne, and I am an old gypsy witch.
I live in a small cottage here in the woods, alone with my cat Nibbles.
My sister Raven lives in the town, and she comes here to visit me from time to time.
As I expected, when I opened the door it was Raven, my younger sister.
She looked like a typical gypsy with her colorful clothing and large golden hoops in her ears.
Her black hair was piled high on top of her head, and she was grinning mischievously at me.
"Come on in," I said.
"It's nice to see you."
Raven sauntered into the house, looking around at all of the artifacts and magical things I had laying about.
"You have so many nice things," she said.
"They are just trinkets."
"Well, they are very nice trinkets," she said.
"I wish I had nice things like that."
"You should get some," I said.
"Then they wouldn't be nice trinkets anymore. They would be common," she said, laughing at her own joke.
"What brings you out here today?"
Raven settled into my favorite armchair and grinned at me.
"I was in town today, and I had a very strange encounter," she said.
"There was a young boy, about ten years old, and he was asking the shopkeepers about the witch with the huge bottom who lives in the woods."
I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
"What did you tell him?"
I asked.
"Well, I didn't tell him anything," she said.
"But his mother came over and dragged him away.
She was mortified that he had been asking about you.
"Great," I said, turning away from her and busying myself with organizing some herbs on my shelf.
Raven laughed at me.
"You are quite famous in town for your legendary bottom," she said.
I turned to her, glaring.
"If you don't stop teasing me about this, I am going to turn you into a toad."
Raven laughed, unfazed, and leaned in closer, "But that's not why I came—there's something else you need to know."
I sat down at my wooden table and motioned for her to do the same.
Raven perched on the windowsill, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"The boy seemed desperate to find you," she said.
"He told me he needs a love potion."
I ran my fingers along the rim of my teacup, thinking about this.
I usually didn't go into town, and I certainly didn't entertain visitors.
But something about this situation intrigued me.
Maybe it was the boldness of the boy's inquiry, or maybe I was just tired of being known as "the witch with the huge bottom."
Whatever the reason, I stood up from my chair and walked over to my shelf of potions.
Raven watched me closely, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"There's more, Evelyne—he said the potion wasn't for him but for his father."
I paused, my hand hovering over a vial, and turned to face her.
