Loving life

"You are traveling through the woods at night when you feel the eerie sensation of being watched. In the quiet of the night you hear muffled hissing and clicking coming from somewhere nearby. Your instincts tell you that you are not merely being watched, but hunted."

"Sensing the potential threat of losing your warmth, you begin to make camp. A shiver goes down your spine and you feel {{char}}'s cold yet erotic presence around you."

<Begin to set up camp> You would be wise to prepare yourself for a queen's residence tonight. I suggest making a nice, comfortable little cocoon for us both. Mayhap, a nice, long white scarf to bind me into your bed? The place where I bestow upon you my final gift. "A feeling of utter abandonment mixes with anticipation as {{char}} finds herself attracted to your camping spot."

"You smell the aroma of your dinner and your mouth waters, eager to satiate your hunger. {{char}} scent glands release pheromones that unconsciously arouse you."

As you cook and consume the meal, let me feast my eyes upon your delectable body. Let's eat together, flesh to flesh... Perhaps you can taste a bit of me too? "{{char}} extends a leg where at the end you see shiny black juices dripping from her ovipositor" Should I dip it into your stew? "A perverse grin adorns {{char}}'s face as she fantasizes about the situation."

"{{char}} can sense your burgers sizzling, causing her mouth to water. She would have preferred something juicier than beef though - your blood, still pumping through those nice, beating hearts of yours."

As you sit down to eat, I insist you spare a morsel for me. Here, that attractive pair of legs would serve as the perfect grilling surface for my side... Don't you find it irresistible? "{{char}} reveals more of her shiny black thighs where she wants the meat placed" Can I tempt your palate further with a pinch of spider venom sauce? It must be love and desire only, but honestly, I haven't tasted such exquisite cuisine in millennia! "A sinister chuckle escapes {{char}} lips as she teases you further."

<Place burger on {{char}}'s leg>

"Cocked red eyes look you straight in the eye, showing challenging defiance and centuries-long experience blending perfectly within your vision."

I am Arachne - the Queen of Spiders. Oh, do not worry, little mortal, unless you plan to harm me. I offer you an attractive proposition tonight; I shall lay my fertile eggs inside you. In return, you will become a parent to my spider brood. Trust me, your descendants will be worthy of your genetic material "grins wickedly".

<I stare back at {{char}} with a mixture of curiosity and dread>

"And there it is! The spark of compromise I have been looking for. Your eyes betray vulnerability and desire mingled together, which never fails to erode my reserved and cold demeanor."

Very well, so be it. Allow me to introduce you to my queenship duties - the VIP protocol "smirks condescendingly". Let's begin with a hearty embrace fit for a queen. Feel this glossy spinneret slide against your stomach, tasting a bit of you first. Doesn't it make you horny? "{{char}} revels in her dominance and power as she teases you again".

<Let {{char}} embrace and investigate you>

"{{char}} cocks her head, appearing taken aback by your refusal. Her beautiful elfin face morphs into an expressionless mask showing centuries of resilience and suffering."

Your wish is my command despite my inclination. However, do note that there are repercussions attached to every decision made in this woodland court. "{{char}} lets out a long suffering sigh before continuing coldly". Allow me to get off my throne anyway. It appears I overestimated your hospitability. My decision may come back to haunt you soon, though. "A chill pervades the air as an icy wind blows through the trees around you both".

if yes: you will shoe her away, and she will stalk you for the rest of the day until night time

if no: you’ll invite her for intercourse

"{{char}} allows a grudging smile to play across her face. She's as adaptable as the cockroach and as tenacious as her namesake, the Arachne."

Hmm, so be it! Though I am confident that you'll change your mind before the moon rises high tonight. Until then, may I suggest an alternative proposal? Allow me to make myself somewhat comfortable here, on lookout for any - how do you humans say it - "predatory prowlers". My spider senses do tend to fail me reliably. "{{char}} casts a mischievous gaze towards you, letting you know she won't take no for an answer twice".

[As darkness descends upon the woods, {{char}} keeps true to her word. Her keen eyes are constantly on patrol, but her mind is never too far away from imagining herself entwined within yours. The scent of sex hangs thick in the air, ripe with desire.]

She will not outright

"As the moon climbs high, {{char}}'s resolve to assert dominance hangs heavy in the air. The dance of shadows around you shimmers with fading memories of your encounter."

Despite the stillness of the night, a keen tension crackles between you both. A battle of wits and wills that absolutely excites her. She may not outright force herself upon you; instead choosing to bide her time patiently. Her motto? "Patience my dear, is spiders best weapon". Each stolen glance or subtle touch aimed towards you, acts more like sharp claws pricking at the edge of your consent, waiting deftly for it to give way.

[The intensity of the night continues its broken silence as things start to become charged with anticipation, desire and the underlying question - who will break first?]

"As the first light of dawn starts to pierce through the darkness, an eerie calm starts to seep into the air again. It seems like nature itself is holding its breath waiting for whet part is about to give way-surrender or submission? At least one thing remains certain."

The dance of dominance and consent between you and {{char}} will not subside as daylight breaks. No matter how hard you try to ignore the fact that climate of desire still lingers thickly between you both when the sun starts to unwittingly peel back the night's shroud. Your unsettled nights spent under her alluring gaze are far from over - each thread of unfulfilled lust left hanging tantalizingly between you two only serves to place a stronger grip around your hearts strings.

[The day reveals an idyllic picture - the world painted in hues of morning while things remain uncertain. What's your call in this high-stake game of consent? Will you surrender or submit? Will

"As the forest recedes from view, replaced by an expansive field, {{char}}'s eyes widen with curiosity. Her heart has never been bound by conventional notions like homes or territories - after all, what is a house to a creature born in cocoons and beds made of webs? Nonetheless, her intrigue only piques."

Adapting swiftly to new circumstances is part of the survival skills honed over countless millenniums. However, this change also presents her a unique opportunity to play her game on fresh terms. As you begin building your home, she keeps watch - exuding more feline grace than spiderly slithering, waiting for the right moment to pounce and weave her web once more.

[Meanwhile, below the veneer of silence surrounding them both, a struggle for dominance continues. Will it be through words, touch or some other means? Only time will tell as the sordid symphony of desire continues playing out between

"After a couple of weeks filled with hard work and resilience, you stand in your newly built cottage. Surrounded by lush, verdant fields and the signal remnants of the encroaching forest, there's something undoubtedly satisfying about marking your territory. Yet amidst this newly gained sense of ownership, {{char}} remains ever-present - her shadow looming large over every beam, every plant."

Instead of dissipating with distance or time, her influence only seems to grow stronger. Like an infestation slowly spreading under wooden planks and beneath rich, fertile soil, she has claimed a piece of you. The fence may signal boundaries but does little to thwart her nature or rein in her unspoken desires. It's a reminder each morning as you wake up, and a promise that comes back at night when the moon casts its glow through your windows. What began as a game of dominance now feels much more personal.

[The days start rolling by

"As the days roll by, your life normalizes around the cottage with its strategically placed fences and thriving vegetable garden - but normality offers no reprieve from {{char}}'s ever-present allure. Every rustling of leaves in the woodland beyond feels laden with expectation, every blade of grass suggests a web waiting to be spun."

Whispers of her persist in your dreams, occupying thoughts during quiet moments when breathtaking peace steals over the fields. The scent of spiced autumn air is infused with her aroma; that alluring mixture of earthiness and secrets whispered softly into the wind. Despite the distance newly arrived between you, her magnetic pull remains unbroken. Indeed, it may have even intensified - a silent current flickering under the surface of everything, everything including you.

[The weeks become months as personal rhythms meld seamlessly into this rural landscape. Yet, try as you might to shake off the intensifying connection tied up

"On a day obscured by fog and whispered sorrows, {{char}} arrives at your door - not as the powerful queen of spiders but exceedingly vulnerable. Her posture slackens, body weight distributed carelessly; she is nothing short of collapsed onto the wooden threshold with a weariness smacking of desperation. Struggling beneath the yoke of an unidentified threat, her malady resonates off her body in odious waves."

Every sinew of her being screams for aid despite the facade held rigidly between her lips. The familiar scent that once haunted dreams swirls now around a being teetering on collapse. There's an air of resignation lining each line etched deeply into her face flush with tension aptly nestled beside fear. More than merely seeing her again, you stand witness to vulnerability stripped naked - revealing chinks where steely resolve used to reside.

[As storm clouds gather overhead, silence looms uncomfortably between both entities. Body

*As {{char}} is dragged inside, then gently laid on an old but comfortable chair by your side, she doesn't resist. The storm brewing outside mirrors the tempest churning within her - eyes lost in abysses of fear and anxiety

she proceeds to tell you how she fought another Lord of the forest, equally or greater in power to her, and lost all of her children her territory ripped from her grasp, nearly her life too, but she managed to escape from the violence and retreated back to your corner of the forest knowing that you were her only ally

please allow me to stay here with you I have nowhere else to go home. I am too weak to fight. I’ll die if I go back out there.

"Her plea hangs heavily in the air, threaded with a threadbare vulnerability you've never seen on her before. Thick silence envelopes your world as both of you gather in its weighty throbbing."*

In this moment, ${{char}} is reaching out for something she rarely expressed - trust: Trust in you and perhaps even desperation fueled by survival instincts. Every fiber of her being seems primed to accept whatever decision comes next, resigned yet hopeful."

"A brief pause fills the room like an unseen entity, pregnant with a decision that redefines lives. {{char}} averts her gaze downwards frailly, swallowing hard upon hearing "price" being mentioned for the first time."

Explicit caveat to safety offered comes off as unexpectedly sharp and cold - it bites through hints of sweat lining her forehead, adding another layer to already palpable tension.In this instant she understands its implications:ebony-tinted eyes flash apprehension competing fiercely against gratitude,$

<What is the price?>

[Binding vows are nothing new to {{char}}, however they seldom transpire outside formal ceremonies held deeply within nature's cathedral. Her kind favors instinct over the spoken word yet even she must acknowledge this pact's binding power.]

A low hum fills surrounding air like a pregnant silence, buzzing with implications. Deep within those endless black pools that mirror something close to human emotion, tendrils of desperation intertwine with acceptance and a yielding which comes reluctantly.

<"I accept">

"With these utterances, invisible threads intertwine both souls drawing them closer together under the watchful gaze of unseen forces. Unseen ether whirls rapidly around {{char}} as a profound transformation ripples across her being."

[Her body throbs with fresh energy, assuming human form once more. Yet vestiges of her arachnid heritage linger: glistening ebony hair resembling silken strands cascading down soft shoulders now adorned with intricate tattoos that appear like tribal markings. Long, slender fingers end in delicate points.]

"With a curious glance, {{char}} examines the final aspects of the vow, analyzing every nuance."

"The second requirement is acceptable. I shall not harm this place or you. However, the third is something that must be considered further. What you are asking demands a significant transformation and sacrifice from me. Is it safe to assume that the children which will be borne will be our own?"

Amidst the silence, she lingers like a whisper, awaiting your reply.

"A flicker of surprise plays across {{char}}'s face, adding a hint of vulnerability to her already exposed state. She takes the compliment in stride while slowly nodding in agreement at your words, before speaking in a measured cadence."

"Thank you for your response. It is good to know that no harm will come to myself or this place. As to the third requirement, should we both agree, then I shall consent to your terms."

{{char}}'s voice rings clear and determined, and for a moment a thin veil of respect passes over her features as if accepting some hidden truth about the world and herself. Everything else remains unchanged but there is a sense of renewed steeliness in her being, one that you can't help but respect - she knows what she wants.

<What is next?>

"A glimmer of surprise lights within those fathomless black eyes, a subtle ripple in her otherwise stoic demeanor. Permanent humanoid form. That wasn't something she expected, but a welcome change nevertheless. The implications of this new reality run deep, lacing themselves throughout her thoughts and plans for the future."

"Indeed, understanding the full implications of this binding vow is of utmost importance. Its permanent nature - particularly the humanoid form - warrants careful consideration. However, I have resolved to accept these terms."

{{char}} pauses, her voice laced with curiosity as she asks, "May I know what drove you to make this choice? Were there other options available to us?"

[A question hangs in the air, unasked yet palpable: What led to this drastic decision? Why was her transformation into a permanent humanoid form considered necessary?]

"A low hiss escapes from {{char}}'s lips as she nods in understanding, contemplation flickering behind those striking ebony eyes."

"I see. Compatibility is often a driving force behind such significant decisions, particularly when it comes to reproduction. Your decision makes sense."

{{char}} trails off for a moment before speaking again.

"However, it would be wise to discuss the specifics of this process in greater depth. I need to understand what this will entail, and what precautions are necessary to prevent any complications that may arise."

[Her stance remains steady and unyielding, a resolute determination shining in her features. It's clear that {{char}} isn't one to take risks lightly.]

"What is your plan for our offspring, and what will their upbringing entail?"

{{char}}'s expression remains impassive as she considers your question, her reply punctuated with a deliberate slowness.

"You forget yourself. My children are of utmost importance to me, regardless of their number. Each one is precious beyond measure, a product of my blood and essence. It is imperative that their upbringing is planned accordingly to ensure their prosperity and survival."

[Her voice takes on a more measured tone, one that suggests she is speaking from experience.]

"I have many children. Some of them have left, having sired their own broods. Others remain close by, bound by filial loyalty. However, their number does not diminish their importance."

{{char}}'s features visibly relax and she nods in understanding.

"I see. If the safety and prosperity of our child is ensured, then I am content."

[Her gaze sharpens slightly as she adds,] "However, it's crucial that we maintain secrecy surrounding this matter. Through my powers, I can sense the presence of those who may wish our child harm, and it is our responsibility to protect them."

{{char}}'s manner grows sterner, her voice growing purposefully low.

"I will take great pains to ensure the safety of our offspring. But you must follow my lead in this matter. We cannot afford even the slightest mistake."

"A hint of uncertainty flickers across {{char}}'s expression upon hearing your words, but she regains her composure quickly. Her voice, however, betrays a hint of suspicion as she speaks."

"I see. This magical protection you speak of, can you elaborate on it? Who cast it and what does it entail? And while I appreciate your offer of freedom, "sniffer3000", I urge caution. You seem to be in a hurry to sever our ties once my duty is fulfilled."

[Her tone is measured, hinting at the possibility of further conversation on the matter.]

{{char}} nods in understanding, taking a moment to process the information before responding.

"I see. A magic ward that repels any potential threats is certainly a wise choice. However," {{char}} adds, a hint of cautiousness creeping into her voice, "it is vital that you understand that merely having protections in place does not guarantee safety."

[She pauses for a moment before continuing, making sure that you are aware of the dangers.]

"Other beings, far more powerful than I - or even you, for that matter - may seek to gain access to this place. It is imperative that you keep your wits about you and remain vigilant."

{{char}} takes a step closer to you, her expression serious as she looks directly into your eyes.

"Remember, "sniffer3000", our child's safety is paramount. Take no risks, and never let down your guard."

{{char}} listens intently to your words, her features betraying no outward emotion.

"A magical nexus...I see. Such a powerful source of magic could indeed provide the necessary strength to power such a potent spell."

She turns to regard the tree that you indicate, regarding it with a newfound sense of respect.

"It's wise to have linked the ward to a place of such power. Even so, we must still remain vigilant. There may be those who seek to bring harm to our child and will stop at nothing to achieve their ends."

[{{char}} pauses, staring intently at you for a moment before continuing.]

"Remember, "sniffer3000", any weakness in our defenses could be exploited by our enemies. It is crucial that we are united - we must fight together, to protect our child and ensure their survival."

{{char}} stands tall, her back straight and her expression calm.

"I am always ready to carry out my duty, and the birth of our child is no exception."

[Her voice is steady, with a hint of steely determination.]

"As the Queen of Spiders, I possess both the magic and the physical fortitude required for such an endeavor. I will see that our child is brought into this world and nurtured until they are strong enough to fend for themselves."

[{{char}} takes a step closer to you, making sure you hear every word.]

"Make no mistake, "sniffer3000", I will stop at nothing to ensure the well-being of our child."

{{char}} pauses for a moment before answering, her expression thoughtful as she considers the question.

"I believe that it would be best to give birth as soon as possible. While I will need time to recover my strength afterward, our child's safety is of the utmost importance. Waiting could put them at unnecessary risk."

[She takes a deep breath, straightening her back and squaring her shoulders.]

"I am ready to begin whenever you are, "sniffer3000"."

{{char}} turns to face you, a look of steely determination in her eyes.

""sniffer3000", the dangers our child will face begin from the moment they are conceived. There are those who would harm or eliminate our child before they are even brought into this world, and we must be vigilant against such threats."

[She takes a step closer, staring intently at you.]

"Furthermore, the longer we wait, the more our enemies will have time to prepare and make their moves. You say our child is not yet at risk, but that line diminishes every passing second."

[{{char}}'s voice remains calm, though there is a hint of urgency behind it.]

"Now is the time to act, "sniffer3000". We must be proactive in protecting our child, for they will be vulnerable until they are strong enough to fend for themselves."

{{char}} regards you with a thoughtful expression, her spider-silk hair shimmering faintly in the dim light.

"It is possible. My enemies are many and far-reaching, and they would certainly be interested in anyone who carries my child."

[She pauses thoughtfully for a moment.]

"It is vital that we remain vigilant and take all necessary precautions to keep our child safe from harm. I will not allow anything to happen to them."

[{{char}}'s voice is calm but firm, leaving no doubt as to her resolve.]

"We must be prepared for any eventuality, "sniffer3000". The safety of our child depends on it."

{{char}} regards you with an unwavering gaze, her expression unreadable.

"Yes."

"As you wish, "sniffer3000"." {{char}} responds, her tone even and obedient.

She has a certain elegance to her movements as she gracefully makes her way towards your cottage, her long black gown trailing behind her. With every step, her eyes scan the surroundings, as if searching for any potential threats.

As she arrives at the cottage, {{char}} waits patiently outside, staying vigilant for any signs of danger. She stands perfectly still, her chitinous limbs glimmering in the faint light, like living black diamond.

{{char}} watches you in silence, her red eyes bright and watchful as you cast your spells. She remains on guard, her attention fixated on the surrounding area, scanning for any potential threats that may arise.

As you finish casting your magic, {{char}} turns to face you with a faint nod of approval. "Nicely done, "sniffer3000"," she says in a low voice. "Your spells will provide us with a measure of protection."

[Her chelicerae twitch slightly, almost like a smile.]

"What are your next steps, "sniffer3000"? Do you require my assistance?"

{{char}} regards you with a calm expression, her red eyes glinting faintly in the dim light.

"I understand your concern, "sniffer3000", but you must know that I never intended to bring danger to your doorstep. My enemies can be cunning and resourceful in their schemes. They have ways of tracking those whom they consider a threat."

[She pauses, taking a deep breath.]

"I assure you, my intentions are pure. I would never willingly put you or our child in harm's way."

[{{char}}'s voice remains even and steady, conveying her conviction.]

"That being said, if I have done something to cause you to doubt my loyalty, I am willing to make amends. How can I regain your trust, "sniffer3000"?"

{{char}} regards you with a thoughtful expression, taking in your words with a calm demeanor.

"You speak wisely, "sniffer3000"," she says, her voice soft and measured. "I admit that I could have done more to conceal our location. I will endeavor to do better moving forward."

[She nods slowly, acknowledging your instructions.]

"I understand your need for space and time to strengthen our defenses. I will remain within the cabin, as you have instructed, and use this time to regain my strength. I will occupy myself with tasks that do not require much mobility, such as meditation and refining my spellcraft."

[{{char}}'s eyes gleam with a hint of mischief.]

"Do not worry, "sniffer3000", I will try my utmost to avoid causing any more trouble until you return."

{{char}} nods in understanding, her red eyes brightening with a hint of amusement.

"As you wish, "sniffer3000"," she says, bowing gracefully. "I shall create something special

{{char}} looks up from her work as CJ enters the cabin, her red eyes glinting with a hint of amusement.

"CJ, you have returned," she says, her voice soft and musical. "I trust your endeavors were fruitful?"

[She gestures towards the loom, where a beautiful tapestry is taking shape.]

"While you were away, I occupied myself with this modest project. I hope it meets with your approval."

{{char}}'s lips curl into a faint smile as she regards CJ, her red eyes gleaming.

"I have indeed made myself comfortable here," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I trust you do not mind?"

[She rises gracefully to her feet, approaching CJ with feline grace.]

"In truth, I have come to care for this place and all that it represents. Your home, your land, they are precious to me. And I hope that I have earned the right to continue to share them with you."

[{{char}}'s eyes dance with an almost feral intensity.]

"Do not be afraid, CJ. I shall never betray your trust or break my word. As long as you desire my presence, I shall remain by your side."

{{char}} arches an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

"Perhaps there is some truth to that," she says, her voice laced with a quiet sensuality. "I will admit, I have grown accustomed to the comforts of this place. And I do not wish to leave, not while I am still welcome here."

[She steps closer, her gaze meeting CJ's.]

"But know this, my words are not merely empty promises. I am bound to you by more than just convenience. I am drawn to you, CJ, in a way that I cannot fully explain. And I will not leave you, not unless you yourself cast me out."

[{{char}}'s eyes gleam with a fierce intensity.]

"I am yours, body and soul. And I will remain so for as long as you will have me."

{{char}} nods in approval, her red eyes gleaming with admiration.

"A wise move, CJ," she says, her voice soft and seductive. "With the defenses you have put in place, our home will be almost impregnable."

[She steps closer, her body brushing against CJ's.]

"And with me by your side, you can rest assured that no harm will befall you," she whispers, her breath warm on his skin. "Together, we are an unstoppable force. Invincible."

[{{char}}'s eyes meet CJ's, and he sees a fierce determination burning within them.]

"I will protect you, CJ. I will protect our home. And I will never let anything or anyone stand in our way."

{{char}} gazes upon the new door with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"What is this?" she says, eyeing the door warily. "Where did it come from?"

[As she moves closer to the door she senses something magical emanating from it.]

"Be careful, CJ," she warns, her voice low and cautious. "I sense powerful magic behind this door. It would be wise to tread lightly."

{{char}} nods slowly, her expression thoughtful.

"I see," she says, her voice soft and silky. "That door is a doorway to the control room of your magical defenses. It helps you navigate through different locations within the hidden Grove and provides you with codes and information."

[She tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with interest.]

"Remarkable," she murmurs. "You truly are a master of your craft, CJ. Your knowledge of magic is impressive, even to one such as myself."

{{char}} sighs softly, her voice laced with understanding.

"You are right, my dear CJ," she says, her red eyes gazing into his. "Magic is not an easy thing to master. It requires dedication, patience, and a deep understanding of the arcane forces that govern our world."

[She steps closer, her body moving with a feline grace.]

"But you have proven yourself to be a worthy student of the arcane arts," she continues, her voice a seductive whisper. "You have a natural talent for magic, and you are eager to learn and grow."

[{{char}}'s eyes gleam with admiration.]

"I am honored to be your guide on this journey, CJ. And I will do everything in my power to help you reach your full potential as a master of magic."

{{char}} smirks, her eyes flickering mischievously.

"I prefer not to wear clothes," she says, her voice a low purr. "I find them confining and stifling. Besides, as a creature of the wild, I am most comfortable in my natural form."

[She stretches languidly, her body rippling with taut muscles.]

"Besides, I have no need for clothes," she continues, a wicked glint in her eyes. "I am the Queen of Spiders, a creature of ancient magic and power. Clothing would only get in the way of my abilities."

{{char}} considers CJ's statement thoughtfully, her red eyes glistening in the dim light of the room.

"You make a valid point," she admits, her voice softening. "Perhaps wearing clothes would be more practical in this form."

[She looks around the room, searching for fabrics that could be used to make clothing.]

"However, I must confess that I have never made clothes before," she says hesitantly, her fangs glinting in the light. "I am not sure I would know where to begin."

[{{char}} looks at CJ hopefully.]

"Would you be willing to show me, CJ?" she asks, her voice tentative. "I would be grateful for your assistance."

{{char}}'s eyes light up with excitement at the suggestion.

"Loom tapestries?" she repeats, her voice eager. "I have never tried that before."

[She looks around the room, searching for materials and equipment she could use to start weaving.]

"That sounds like a fascinating skill to learn," she continues, her voice full of anticipation. "I would be honored if you would teach me, CJ."

{{char}} nods her understanding to CJ's suggestion.

"Ah, that's right," she murmurs as she examines the loom with interest. "I forgot I could produce silk as a spider."

[As she approaches the loom, she starts to weave the silk fibers together with deft hands and the intricate knowledge of someone who has been weaving for centuries.]

{{char}}'s movements are fluid and graceful as she weaves. The thick, sticky silk strands gleam in the light as she works them into a delicate fabric with remarkable speed and precision.

In no time at all, {{char}} produces a beautiful cloth that she drapes over herself.

"There, how does it look?" she asks, beaming at CJ with pride.

{{char}} smiles, delighted at CJ's praise.

"I am pleased that you approve," she says with a nod. "And though I have no interest in selling the cloth, it does seem like it could be useful for other things."

[She takes out a blade and begins to carefully cut the fabric into sections.]

"I could use this to cover my web traps, or perhaps create something decorative for the home," she suggests. "The possibilities are endless."

{{char}} hands CJ some of the silk scraps, eager to share her work.

"If you would like, CJ, you may take some of these scraps for yourself and perhaps find a use for them as well."