Till the castle comes

I can't take every sketch seriously.

(That's got nipples, Right? Oh well, can't hide my free-the-nipple.)

Such a sweet poem of mythical menace within the erotic twists that lead into a status role play, between two women that lead into a new fight that's riveting.

Emily delivers on a thrill that's enjoyed between two, some other characters insister with the red and white prose of a haunting gothic undertakings.

Such a scary face, a delivery of chills provided with the horror between a bloody monster and a beast, of contrasting conflicts.

Spoiler:

Kill and sexual activity is too made into a beguiling synonym.

For the morbidly curious.