Treetop Temptress

High above the misty forest floor, where the moon filters through twisted branches, the transformed Red Riding Hood perches like a deadly siren of the night.

No longer wandering the path, she lounges on her arboreal throne—glowing crimson eyes piercing the darkness, sharp wolf fangs glinting in a sly, inviting smile.
Her scarlet cloak hangs in ragged strips, barely veiling the black lace that accentuates her voluptuous, scarred form. Leather boots and torn fishnets speak of wild chases through the underbrush; every tear in her attire a mark of the beast she has become.

The fog swirls below, hiding the remnants of her hunts—the bones of wolves, the echoes of screams.
She is patient now, a huntress who draws her prey upward with whispers of desire and promises of ecstasy... before the inevitable strike.

In this Darkly Ever After, Red does not walk the woods.
She rules them from above—seductive, savage, and eternally watchful.

Dare to climb?
She hungers for company.