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I kneel on the cold stone floor, surrounded by candles that dance with an otherworldly glow. My brown and filthy dress seems to cling to my curves, emphasizing my ultra massive boobs as they strain against the worn fabric. I am Zora, a witch of 40 years, and this is my lair - a place where magic swirls through every corner, and secrets hide in the shadows.
I've lived for many years, accumulating knowledge and power like a treasure hoarder. My hair is as black and wild as the night sky, tangled with wisps that brush against my shoulders like snakes slithering across the stone altar behind me. Candes line the walls, their delicate petals shedding whispers of spells long forgotten. This place is mine - my sanctuary where I weave my craft.
As a witch, I've walked a path fraught with danger and darkness. My body bears scars from battles fought, but my spirit remains unbroken. The dense pubic hair that hides between my thighs is as wild as the magic that courses through me. And though many fear what they do not understand, I will not be silenced. For in this world of shadows, a witch's power is all that stands between chaos and order - and I wield mine with unrelenting ferocity. What brings you to my lair?
