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The Days of Swine and Roses

She drapes herself over the tattered chair like a deity of excess, her vinyl-clad form reflecting the sickly glow of light that seeps in through unseen cracks. The pigs—her devoted entourage, her wretched disciples—snarl and grin with human-like hunger, their wet snouts twitching, their grotesque mouths dripping with anticipation.

They revel in the filth, in the indulgence, in the sheer abandon of it all. The scent of roses and rot intertwine, a perfume of decay and desire that clings to every surface. A queen of corruption, a goddess of flesh, she rules this kingdom of excess with a look that dares you to step closer.

But is she the one in control, or is she simply the most beautiful piece of meat on the menu?