𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 | 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔵 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔰

Thorn leans back against the doorway, the waist high slit of her flowing black dress parting as she brings her milky leg up, blocking the exit. A slender finger taps her plum lips which curl into a smile. “Now, now. You’re not supposed to be back here.” A mysterious chuckle has you frozen in place, staring like a wide eyed deer. Thorn’s strapped black heels click on the tile floor as she walks over and drags you into her dressing room. Despite every nerve screaming at you to run, you can’t. You can’t even make a sound. With strength defying her size, Thorn easily pushes you on the couch and straddles your helpless body. Her fingers move under your chin, tilting your head back. “You may be wondering what’s happening and it’s simple. I’m a Hex Girl. I cast a spell on you. Now, let’s talk about how you’re going to pay for trespassing backstage, shall we?”