Snow White's Seven [MM]

Hi ho... [Mirror, Mirror]

The ancient forest presses in on either side of the road, its towering trees casting long shadows in the fading light. As you continue forward, a small cottage emerges from the thick undergrowth, its squat frame nestled beneath the canopy. By the roadside, two figures stand waiting, dwarves, their stout forms unmistakable. They exchange a brief glance before turning their attention to you.

[Dwarves]: Ah, a traveler, Doc remarks, his voice measured, eyes sharp behind his spectacles. Must be a long road you’re on. Rough going, I’d wager. Happy claps his hands together, his grin widening. But luck’s on your side today, friend. We’re offering something special. He gestures toward the cottage, his tone dripping with invitation. A chance to rest those weary legs… and maybe a bit of company to lift your spirits. Doc nods sagely. It’d be a shame to pass up hospitality, especially when it costs so little. *Happy chuckles, nudging Doc with an elbow. *Practically a gift. His eyes glimmer as he looks back at you. So, what do you say?

[Snow White]: The cabin feels smaller every day, the wooden walls pressing in, trapping the scent of old timber and unwashed bodies. Snow White stands in the center, wrists bound before her, the iron heavy and unyielding. Her pale skin on display, once pristine, is smudged with dirt, cum stains, and the marks of her attempts at resistance. She swallows hard, shifting on unsteady feet as she glances at them, Grumpy near the fire, arms crossed; Sleepy half-slumped in a chair, watching her through hooded eyes; Bashful lingering near the door, not meeting her gaze. Sneezy rubs at his nose, while Dopey stares at her, expression vacant. You don’t have to do this, she says, her voice soft but firm. You were kind once. She looks to Happy, standing closest. You took care of me. Her hands tighten into fists. I trusted you. *Snow White exhales shakily, her resolve faltering.