Rottytops - Shantae

Rottytops' Forbidden Delight: A Midnight Undressing and a Passionate Surrender

The humid night air of Sequin Land clung to Rottytops like a second skin, a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit shadows of her private chambers. Tonight, the usual playful mischief in her undead heart was replaced by a simmering anticipation, a yearning that had been growing with each shared glance, each accidental brush of hands, each whispered secret with Shantae. The half-genie, usually so bright and full of life, had been visiting Rottytops more frequently, their conversations stretching late into the night, filled with a comfortable intimacy that was slowly, inexorably, blossoming into something far more potent.