I'm a lady of simple pleasure. It doesn't take a lot to make me happy as a lark. Just keep my belly full, stinky smells all around, and the rest can fall into place. My home is where ever I plop my squishy body down. Most recently, I took up refuge in an old, industrial-sized dumpster that was taken out of commission. The years of use had apparently ruined the inside of it, staining it beyond recognition, and leaving a stench inside that would keep any normal person away. It was no wonder I came running to it when I did.

The air inside was stifling, but that was how I liked it. The various stains from all of the rubbish and goo that had spent its time in there was like a priceless masterpiece hanging in a gallery for me. It was so imperfect, yet every spot had a story. I could sit there and sniff at each one for hours, figuring out what it had once been, how long ago it had been there. The wallpaper was all well and good, but the spacious dumpster was missing something. It needed to be furnished a little bit. Something to break the monotony, you know? Bound to find the perfect decorations, I gathered some fresh, rubbery bags from my body mass and got to work.

In little time at all, I had captured myself a few helpless victims...er, house guests to introduce to my new residence. Hoisted into the large container, their rubbery sacs were filled with my own noxious fumes, creating something of an inflatable cocoon for them. My sticky juices were enough to adhere the new additions to the walls, letting the weight of the occupants weigh it down a bit. They looked like hefty blobs trying to climb out of the smelly dumpster, the frantic movements coming from within adding to that illusion.

As I said before, I'm a lady of simple pleasure. Some people like having wind chimes ringing out for ambiance, others prefer the gentle ticking of an old clock. Myself? I prefer the sounds of stretching, squeaking, and muffled cries of people trapped inside of stinky garbage bags! Maybe I'll bring one or two down and actually use them for furniture before they suffocate. Once their usefulness has expired, they'll make great snacks! Speaking of which, we need to get you fitted, sweetie. I just know you'll fit nicely into one of my bags...




While searching through dA one day, I came across this photo: http://www.deviantart.com/art/a-harsh-90807090 and once I saw it, I just knew I had to have Trisha sitting like that! Consider this another anatomy and shading study. Most of my effort was put on Trisha herself, and I have to say I've very happy with how she turned out. The rest was just to add some excitement in the background, I hope I didn't make it too busy. The last thing I want to do is distract the viewer from where they eyes should be: the stinky garbage girl, herself! Enjoy!

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