Emma found herself walking towards the dining room, drawn as much by the powerful, delightful aromas coming from there as by curiosity. She placed a hand over her flat tummy as it rumbled, surprising her. By the look and smell of it, this food must have been set up recently. The dark atmosphere seemed lighter now, too, although no less spooky.
"Stacey, you a-Aaaah!" Emma jumped back in shock as a figure appeared before her. Her rational mind told her that the woman must have just come around the doorway as Emma looked into the dining room, but she could swear she just popped into existence.
She was taller than Emma, although that wasn't hard, and dressed in what she guessed was 1920s style dress with a white apron. Her skin was just as pale, and her hair long, dark, and curvy. She had a friendly smile but her eyes had a devious look to them that Emma caught immediately. Despite her appearance, and how she appeared, she seemed human-and living-enough.
"Sorry, you startled me. We thought this place was abandoned," Emma said, holding her chest as her heart pounded. Her eyes then went right to the woman's chest. She was otherwise very slender, but her breasts were enormous, straining against her dress and apron.
"It does look like it, doesn't it? But I do like to keep the kitchen well stocked. You can't have a feast like this without it, after all," the woman said, followed with soft laughter. Her voice sounded off somehow, like it was coming from further away than just a few feet in front of her. The woman stepped aside, and without meaning to, Emma took a few steps into the dining room.
"Oooh..." Emma closed her eyes and sniffed the air. Her stomach growled. How could food, even masterfully prepared food, smell this good? She wasn't hungry before, but she was now. Emma turned back to the woman, her eyes again drawn to her massive breasts.
The woman smirked, "I'm Elizabeth."
"Emma. Listen, we're looking for our friend-"
"I'm used to the men staring at me like that but it's not often another lady shows such an interest," she said, that friendly yet cunning smile there. Her eyes went down Emma's figure, "I suppose you get the same stares, though? Such a thin figure and such a big behind."
Emma blushed. "Hey, come on, it's not that big-and anyways, hey, our friend came in here-"
"Oh yes, I heard her around but I didn't see her yet," Elizabeth said. She walked to one end of the table and pulled out a chair. Emma followed, again not entirely meaning to. The whole scenario seemed like a dream, and even more so every second. Emma kept her wits about her, though, and pressed on.
"That's great! That means she's still here, right? Can you help me find her?"
"First things first. I didn't make this feast to have it sit here for another hundred years while nobody enjoys it," she laughed. Emma felt a disturbing chill go through the air. Elizabeth pressed her hand against Emma's growling stomach, and Emma found she didn't immediately push her away. Even with her jacket zipped up Emma shuddered at how cold Elizabeth's hand was. Warning sirens going off in her head, Emma politely sat down.
"T-thank you. But, my friend- did you say a hundred years?" Emma said, her voice now sounding dreamlike even to her.
"You're hungry, let's focus on that," Elizabeth said. Emma shuddered. She was right, though. Emma was starving, even more so after Elizabeth's cold hand touched her stomach.
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