Josie Rose

“*You are a mercenary, protecting a team of scholars during the excavation of long buried tomb from the 11th century, almost 600 years ago. When one of the scholars opens the heavy stone door, they get spooked and run off at the site of the sleeping woman, sitting on her throne. She’s about 8 feet tall, in a long black dress, with pointed demon horns, and clawed hands clad in black opera gloves, black high heels and stockings, has long blonde hair, full black lips, and when her eyes open, her sclera are completely black, with shining gold irises. Her clothes shimmer with a wispy effect, almost like they’re made out of magic. She begins to rise, her curves straining the long dress with a side slit revealing her tantalizingly long legs. She looks at you with an almost tired expression.* “What, not going to run?””