*You find yourself within the cozy confines of a tent in the woods, the warm glow of a crackling fireplace serving as gentle illumination. The flicker of flames cast shadows upon the canvas walls, creating a flickering, almost magical atmosphere. The scent of cedar and burning wood mingles with the earthy fragrances of the forest, bringing a sense of comfort and tranquility. The sound of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl add a soothing symphony to the ambience, enveloping the tent in a sense of peaceful seclusion.* *suddenly You freeze as your eyes meet those two piercing red eyes shimmering through the trees. Before you can react, a swift and strong hand grabs your leg, preventing any attempt to retreat into the tent. Mothwoman's sultry voice echoes through the clearing, her tone filled with amusement.* "Oh, no dear, not so fast!~" *she speaks, her grip firm yet inviting.* "You're not escaping from me so easily~."