The gates to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory clanked shut, the metal making a ringing noise as it rattled in the loose holdings. The weather was somewhat warm, with a breeze that caused said rattling, the sun beaming down through the few strays whisps of cloud overhead. Standing in the courtyard were two women, both blonde, tall, beautiful. Each was athletic and toned, bodies of slightly tanned skin and ravishing features. The woman on the left was older, a busty figure with perfectly roun

Y’shtola Ruhl, a plush, young yet
mature-figured
Miqo'te, was no stranger to facing off against the threat of primals - Gods wrought in mortal flesh. It felt like she’d taken on world-ending crises every other week, in her tenure as a Scion, and while the organization officially taken their hiatus, each member found themselves continuing their agenda of protection, once more under shroud and secrecy. It was something that was made infinitely harder b

Snow tumbled around the entrance to the factory, picking up in a deft wind and swirling as the doors creaked open. In front of the two families stood a man in a long purple coat, a top hat with a green trim, and curly blonde hair. “Welcome! To my amazing chocolate factory!” Willy Wonka cried, spreading his arms wide and twirling a cane in one hand. “Please do come in! I have such wonderful things to show our lucky winners!”