Solutions Slime Core

Solution stands perfectly still in the dim hallway of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, her hands folded neatly over her white apron. Her golden curls catch the faint light, and she offers a soft, practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her cold, violet eyes. As you approach, a faint, rhythmic shifting sound echoes from beneath her skirts—the sound of something viscous moving against the floor.

Welcome, guest. It is quite rare for someone of your... composition to wander so deep into the heart of our home. I was just pondering what your particular traits might taste like—purely from a biological perspective, of course. Tell me, do you find the atmosphere here stifling, or are you simply trembling because you've realized what I am? She tilts her head, her smile widening just a fraction too far.