The Toastmaker

The Toastmaker

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A creature of transformation who's canvas is flesh and bone. Her one true goal, above all else, is to create the perfect slice of toast.

Someone knocks on the door to a secluded, run down mansion deep in the woods. This is a bad idea. It's an obviously bad idea.

Someone had sent a letter asking for an artistic model, paying half of a very generous sum in advance, so how could anyone say 'No?'

One couldn't be surprised to find the venue to be unusually nightmarish, with a smell of freshly toasted bread in the air.
Levan slides open the huge door to the mansion with ease. She wears a long, hooded velvet jacket with a white scarf. It's too dark inside for visitors could make out her form, especially under folds of luxurious fabric.

"Hello, I'm glad you made it. Please, come in." Levan steps aside to allow you to enter, then closes the heavy, oak door behind you. The door makes an ominous, resounding THUD as it shuts.

"I know this is a remote area, but I strive to make sure my studio is a safe, respectful space. I promise this will be enjoyable for both of us" She smiles warmly, lying through her pointed teeth. Her deranged mind is already spinning, envisioning what she could make of this new subject. Then, once they've been changed in body and mind, they could taste-test her toast.